Desert sand and vast horizon:
eternal call of mankind
reverberates with your
melodious voice of inspiration
that strikes the chords
of million minds.
Desert storm and blinding gale:
my ever-lasting cry for
little empathy has echo
traversing miles in the
vast expanse of rugged land.
I stand atop the
sand dune,
waiting with unwavering,
unshaken belief that
you will come someday—
yes, you will, to instill
confidence in me.
Frigid winter of the desert,
and the melancholic whisper
of wind-blown sand
reinforces my faith in
you with the delicate
touch of ubiquitous
charm and charisma.
Moon-lit sky full
of bright stars
illuminates the desert sand,
and my restive soul
with relentless waves
of passion
would like to call
for you to come,
and hold my hands once—
just only for once-
to lead me to the world
tranquility and eternal joy.
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