Young man finds himself
in the middle of the desert
sand splashes his face as the tiny grains
enter his eyes membranes
blinding him.
Walking the streets in the darkness;
dark seeks dark
He walked for miles to find what he has been missing
so what if the heat burns his flesh
he is still in search for himself
in the flame of the sun
Paper clips flying over the moon
sending signals of another day coming soon
poverty sneaking into every corner
water to wash the wounds
runs short
rivers dry, oceans empty
what have we done
send me a letter
shine on me with does tiny words
years like grass
over the field
a tiny grains of sand.
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Beautiful poem. Flows with images, sensitive and intense.