Nov 2014
Quenching thirst with
The last drop of hope
Now, the weary traveler
Treads over the desert
Waiting for an oasis
All in sight was a mirage
Soul dried and crumbled
The sand tombs
Became the abode
The last drop of hope
Now, the weary traveler
Treads over the desert
Waiting for an oasis
All in sight was a mirage
Soul dried and crumbled
The sand tombs
Became the abode
Written by
Amitav Radiance
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