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Oasis

With every step I shorten
This sempiternal walk.
I'm the only one living
This desiccate romance with
This desert and its aridity.
For a drop of life I beg to God
Who's busy granting
A million desires elsewhere;
And the dry winds whisper
In my ears the song
Of my despair; but I keep on
Because hope can keep
Ẏour feet moving.
I hear vultures sing
The song they love to sing,
And it satisfies me to know
That even I can be someone's joy.
Just when I am about to kneel
I hear a whisper 'Look!'
'She has found you before
You could find her'.
And I watch before me
An oasis full of elixir
And the assuaging smile of hope
Beckoning to me.

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