Leave a false projection
Memory preserves it well
Under the fiery fire ball
Big mood and thirsty
The mirage shimmers
In the hottest desert
Where the hurt was buried
Night storm scoops the sand
Dancing to the distant hum
Of a drying up oasis
The granules know it well
The taste of the mundane waters
But they displace to a newer slopes
Forced to strip the trace of the past
The stars have stories to tell
To the Sleepless and the faceless
To the nomads who wander
never knowing their existence
To the new places they depart
At the end to be the strangers again


©turmoilmoon