Desert Saint
I do not have the luxury of dreams
nor can I invest in a world
that disappears like a mirage.
Those posh days are gone,
gone with the wind that erased footprints
and evaporated the sea,
leaving salt deposits.
Left to burn under the sun
on a bed of fallow land
where a lonely cactus dances
to the rhythmic heat waves
pumping out deaf tunes,
that only I can hear,
and silence is golden sand
stretching out forever....
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