Desert
# Cyra the poet
# 🖋Dripping pen
An oasis we can’t find
Watermark shades is all I see
I run towards it
only to end up disappointed ,
since I’ve become a sun
scorching everything on my path ,
my eyes are deceiving me ,
everyone deserts us
since we are hostile deserted
tears dried long ago ,
our only hope ,
left to a far world
a world with no bumps ,
a land of stories ,
I wish I met him ,
our only saviour
my breath helper
cries till no more
only tones of blood can tear ,
yet bare it is ,
no hands to aid
an outcast we are ,
live here is beyond – ve
yet someone is a leader ,
life has no saviour
a wind of humanity ,
threatens us .
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