Poem Poem by Md. Asadullah

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Desert of isolation,
sand and cactus,
carcass of imagination,
dead thoughts strewn.
I wander aimlessly,
scorching sun sets,
gentle breeze flows,
soothing moon glimmers,
weather turns mizzly,
desert blooms with
flowers of creativity.
I leave my bed,
sit at the table
with pen and paper.

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