Withered Wasteland

The weary traveller

with blistered feet

not bitter:sees better

the sand and the heat

bother him not:bleat

about sorrows old feat

He sees in the distance

an azure expanse at glance

It is vivid:beckoning

Toward it reckoning

if tis lie or evil threatening

to slide his composure

Or to widen his exposure

and muster the courage

take steps to voyage

through a sea of sand

in hopes of a hand

that may point the way

And makes sorrows bland

taking torn traveler to a land

unlike this withering wasteland

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