"desertic" poems
I've dreamed about ourselves
In the golden Dunes:
Bathed in sunshine,
warm under our feet.
But I'm here,
In the Tundra:
Freezed by the hoarfrost,
and it feels desertic.
Cold,
before the rise of the lights.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC