The cold touch of the deserts sand, the whisper on my skin from the suns heat.

The lonely feeling of the lost wind. The little gecko pacing fast on its small feet.

The shade holding on to the only tree, the blue sky smiles as the sun shines.

The brown color of the sand waters run away and left this land as far away as it can.

This desert is alive there’s nothing hear but sadness and pain become friends with the heat and it will spare your heart beat.

Sand Dunes confusing you as far as your little eyes can see, you can shout and scream and wonder why nobody thinks?

You feel like you trapped in a dream with only a bottle of water to make you feel.

If it’s not the desert the sun or the heat your life is about to be complete.

JidosReality