• turmoilmoon 31w

    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