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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