My beloved, the desert sand and I are alike
Prostrating and burning since our painful birth,
Where from we rippled through a roving death,
While love shades our existence at bask
We drink the sun a fake water light,
And thirsty freedom creeps to mirage's bound,
And pride moans with a cry of squalls' sound,
While love cuddles our thoughts close and tight.
My beloved, the desert sand and I are ineligible,
Drifted and assaulted and broken up into particles,
And carried away on echoes of discordant canticles,
Where love remains truthful for the negligible.
My beloved, the desert and I are a color of a mould
Deliberately chosen to adorn beauty and free fingers
For those who wish, the meek sweet strangers
Are melted to keep true love audacious and bold.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
My beloved, the desert sand and I are alike
Prostrating and burning since our painful birth,
Where from we rippled through a roving death,
While love shades our existence at bask
We drink the sun a fake water light,
And thirsty freedom creeps to mirage's bound,
And pride moans with a cry of squalls' sound,
While love cuddles our thoughts close and tight.
My beloved, the desert sand and I are ineligible,
Drifted and assaulted and broken up into particles,
And carried away on echoes of discordant canticles,
Where love remains truthful for the negligible.
My beloved, the desert and I are a color of a mould
Deliberately chosen to adorn beauty and free fingers
For those who wish, the meek sweet strangers
Are melted to keep true love audacious and bold.
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