DESERTS THAT DANCE IN MY MIND
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Endless walks, nothing at all in sight;
Nothing and nobody in sight.
My mind, still and
Oblivious to the external world, scorched and
Silent, walked , walked, walked on.
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People with pasts have memories to keep them warm
And others, have nothing more to say.
The mind, like a furnace, clings to the air
To burn, to burn, to burn bright.
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There are deserts that dance in my mind
Strange, irreal and almost divine.
They beckon, they chase me from reason
As I circle in the vast nowhere, somewhere, everywhere.
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Copyright: Rani Turton
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