Hope
Broken by the thirst and heat,
Limping with my burning feet,
In the vast expense of sand,
That comes not to an end,
With scorching sun over the head,
I drag myself ahead.
Look for water all around,
But nowhere it is found,
Just mirages I can see,
The tricks played on me.
Nearly dead, yet I strive,
The hope is still alive,
I will find somewhere,
An oasis around here.
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