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In The Desert…

IN THE DESERT (To the one who covers me with nothing but inane sands)

The cold tongue

which longs

for the warmth

of home water

spills dreams

and promises

that runs away

with sandstorms

unto oblivion

the frozen words

of the arid desert

fall on tiny feet

dragged by nevers

to a crystal nowhere

a parched grain of sand

for a drop of quenching tear

how cruel

the truth

out there

in the desert

is a lie ---

turbulent sun

and inclement sands

distort everything---

the second

it reaches

home

where all is

as it should be,

the nostalgic heart---

which once spoke

of sandcastles---

now rubbed with the

soothing balms

returns to its

true nature:

a tempestuous

sandstorm.

By Tea Solon

From: Philippines

Website: https://butungislayp.wordpress.com