you think you can see me
i'm extreme weathers
only thorny bushes can survive
whose roots run deep through the ground in search of water from far, far below
i'm blinding dust storms in scorching heat
your throat would be left parched
only red hot sands stretched afar
you think you can see me
what i show you is a mirage, baby
i'm the vast deserts you'd dread to cross
YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Poesiei fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words
