As I tread on this valley of desolation,
Drought and desperation have spread
Across the forsaken land
Of darkness and shadows
Lurking beyond dried sands
Of phantom dreams and opaque tomorrows.
But where there are shadows, there is light
Thus, with high hopes I keep searching
For that light, a cactus love, and an oasis for my parched heart
In this valley of desolation on which I tread,
And though it seems I'm hanging by a thread,
I am, and still will be
Constantly fearless.
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Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
