Desert Rose

I walk through this lonely land

A mere nothing lost amongst each grain of sand.

The sun’s rays beat down upon me,

Shriveling me like a tiny me.

I imagine that water, so sweet and cool,

But my mind has played me for the fool.

Then it appears-

An oasis in my head-

A beautiful lone flower,

Alive, not dead.

I go to pick it and then decide not.

For if I pick it, it shall surely rot.

But that tiny flower,

That striving little life,

Filled me with hope

To overcome my strife.

Then the rose, it disappears.

Crumbling, though I never touched it.

And the sun begins to set behind a dune

In that lonely desert.

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