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The Dessert Sand

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  • The Dessert Sand

    a swelling monaing throbing head
    wonder if i'm better dropping dead
    but walk for your one reason to live
    to person to who my life would give
    to walk throught the dessert sand
    a long journly through endless land

    finally comeing to a place to say the least
    a small village not to far down to the east
    there in the night you got up to the sound
    singing and danceing traviled quickly around
    your invited to join in the fun and the laughts
    your thoughts slolwy split into many halfs

    it was all a disguise and as you stayed
    time moved continued slowly played
    lost in time frozen stuck for 3 years
    then he left back home to greet his pears
    they who assumed him dead years ago
    he hid for revenge in the streets below

    By: DepressedPoet

  • #2
    The shift of action as your poem progresses is a nice reflection of desert sands (one 's' - desert/dessert - I still have to stop and think about those two words sometimes) .


    • DepressingPoem
      DepressingPoem commented
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      I almost wonder why there so close in spelling