Simply because
You’ve seen only the mirages
In that vast desert,
It doesn’t mean there is no water
On this parched earth.
Rare as they may seem
There are sanctuaries called ‘oasis’
In the midst of such a wasteland
Where clean, cool water awaits
Some fortunate traveller.
Only that
You have to make it.
Please walk on, says the Spring,
‘til you get to the fertile land of love.
And sing a song like a bell ring.
October 13, 2020 (11:45pm)
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