Not a single drop to drink
Land ridden with doubts
Not a moment's peace to wink
Barren terrain eyes see
Seeds lost in screaming tracks
Barren hopes senses flee
Self rots in silent soul cracks
A desert oasis hangs mid-air
Truth or mirage who's to know
A smiling set of eyes there
Burning skin and breath to glow
Smell of jasmine a claimed myth
As soil disbelieves sights of cloud
Smell of earth and hungers writhe
Ounces of soul for an empty shroud
Cherished, adored, and sheltered
Grass casings in glassy sheaths
For when rain shall reign again
Reviving the numb pounding heaths
Lustrous pearls like shelved shells
Licked raw and laid beneath
Shadows crawl in dreaded despair
Wells thirst for potion, musings sith
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