A lost soul wanders,
Footprints of time disappear with each step,
In the vast expanse where, mirages dance and fade,
The sun becomes a relentless burning cap,
A nomad at heart he heeds the deserts call,
yet in the stillness , a glimmer of hope flickers,
admist the desolate beauty, a moment to embrace,
As the lost soul finds strength in natures whispers,
And traces his path,
To find his,
Rightful place.
#writco

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