Monday, August 12, 2013

to keep sane
one keeps talking
to himself

the desert listens.

sometimes one
wishes for
leopards

as there are no
camels
no oasis
no date palms

a caravan is a dream
a stream of thoughts

hoofs are possibilities
of someone who has passed
here and survived.

on such a harsh
day
the only thing cool
is a
mirage.

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