Dreaming
I was like living in the desert
who dreamed for raindrops,
but only sandstorms came--
who dreamed for gerberas too,
but only cactus plants I'd seen--
stinging in my sagging skin.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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