Beautiful Oasis
Miles I have traveled,
thirst from sandstorms.
A cool oasis waiting,
somewhere to revive me.
Is this a mirage I see,
of coolness calling.
Sweet beauty ripples,
for dusty dry lips.
Amazing swaying palms,
beaconing to the wind.
Gentle breezes blow,
across delicate flavors.
Something so simple,
tortures my weary soul.
From in the wilderness,
my heart calls out please.
As I dip into liquid pleasure,
in open desert lands view.
Not caring if I am seen,
by anyone around the world.
Waking up in my tent,
realizing it was but a dream...
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