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Category: Writing and Poetry
Your healing desert
I am crawling through
My heart is yearning
as this journey strengthens within
The rigid dry valleys define
the very character
to be instilled in my marrow
Burning desire is to gain shelter
to the nearest escape
My path is sure as I travel on
Come, Come they say
Your garden is here it will supply
Appealing to this weary traveler
I examine this plentiful garden
This beautiful green garden
A garden of many hidden thorns
The thorns that have scarred
My heart cries out from them
Renew, Reveal, Reclaim me
I must never travel there again
The shortest route is this dry void desert
as the sand blows in my teary face
I am parched for the truth
Only one water will supply
my every desire and longing
Keep on I must to the end
The end where the promise begins
5:49 PM
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