Born In a Desert
I don’t need an Oven here
My Coffee never Cools down.
I tried raisin’ a Lemon Tree
but it just Sank in the Sand.
Suppose if comes an Apocalypse
I would Survive nevertheless,
And if I go to Hell someday
I guess it Feels just like Home.
I like Rains and Oceans
but I was born in a Desert.
I dream of Swimming like a Fish
and dying in a dried up Pond.
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