Published on March 17th, 2011 | by George Wyngaardt0
Deep I sink into the desert sands
No life is found within these arid lands.
The surface of my feet ,proceed through the curses of this heat.
It’s nearly unbearable to endure.
The site of flowing element ,my strides and life will secure.
It’s not any different to a burning hell
The pupils in my eyes are turning pale.
Hope has died and the angels have cried,
My destiny seems dim glancing through the hazy views of tears I’m within.
Death is the only thing certain, a waterless ocean my life is my curtain.
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