The beam light of ray
The heat that I felt
The sweats that running from my forehead
While flock of birds flying away
Running from your harsh heat
Leaving me to stand still
Waiting for droplets of rain that can cure my thirst
But you were still there
With lots of heat that energized me
And soothed me harshly
How can I leave
How can I move
When the bright yellow ray froze me
And make me weak than before
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A Flower In The Desert
PoetryFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
