a mirage in my waking dream,
beneath the sun, a thirsty vagrant,
devouring an offered realm
a wisp of joy of a long-felt want.
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sometimes your way of writing is like a baby tiptoeing on a rope... very careful.. and so what turns out is a beautiful write... i envy your skill.
wow! ammmmmazing imagery! Love and pain entwined! 10++++
for me (the last nine lines) is sitting in a dim corner staring out at an open door (which is the first eight lines) ... a fine balance.