Jurnal
Desert love
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Mediu
We are strangers in this desert
And ironically, the divine and pure,
A drop of rain is a tiny hope.
Many cry, hurt, but they shouldn’t
This desert should be an ocean?
No, the tears slowly lose color.
The sun is burning,
Harsh, this heart of ours
So as a drop of sand in an hourglass,
Seconds, minutes, hours, fade away,
With no return!
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