A Song Beyond the Sands

Just because

you’ve seen only mirages

in that vast desert,

doesn’t mean water

doesn’t exist on this parched earth.

Rare as they are,

oases lie hidden in the wasteland,

where clear, cool water

awaits the fortunate traveler.

But you must reach them.

Walk on, says the Spring,

until you find the fertile land of love—

and let your song ring like a bell.

October 13, 2020 (11:45pm)

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