The hot summer heat is thickening
my blood
My face is parched and sweat is
beaded on my brow
My legs are shaky and my heart is
pounding
Dunes of sand rise above me as
formidable mountains
The flying dust blinding my eyes,
now settles down within my soul
As the eternal fatigue over powers
me and thirst the killer stabs me
No water, no shade, no scope for
salvation
Will the hope rain of come too Late?
Or, will it only wash away my dried
up bones!
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