Desert Rose
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His heart stinging of dwindled path,
Bruised and battered was mind and soul,
Mysterious future and forgotten past but haunting nightmare tear him apart.
In cruel sandstorm he stands alone,
Called by people as desert rose.
The golden desert he owns alone
But no one to share, makes him moan,
No camaraderie had he ever formed,
No cloud to sympathize way along,
His only friends was his own shadow,
his companion scorpion and marrow.
Maliciously gracious with spiky vein,
Drowned in loneliness and drenched in pain,
He would prefer death then his own fall,
his pride differentiated him from all,
People called him arrogant,
people called insane,
strangled in robes of sand,
He hoped for love to rain.
