I was abandoned
in this desolate place
devoid of any life.
In my desperate struggle
I saw many shimmering images
in the distance.
My only fear
is that I'll see an image
and thinking it's a mirage
I'll pass it by...
And it will be you.
I thirsted
so I drank in your beauty
and life was restored
to my soul.
Copyright © 2001 T. J. Daniels
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