the desert

lost in the desert of my life
waiting for a message,
what direction should I go
to find you, that’s the only
thing I want for my life,
I crane my neck to look over
the top of the dunes, all I
can see is an endless river
of sand, solitude and sorrow,
flowing away with my
happiness on golden grains
slipping through my fingers,
where I am left longing to
see you again no matter
how far across this desert
you may be

— GB

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