Desert short poem

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I am a desert, I am filled with sands of time,
The scorching sun kisses my bare bososm,
The rains betray me,
I cannot hold greenery in my arms.

I am d desert, I am barren.
As night descends, I grow cold and numb,
The soul deep within me weeps,
My tears turn into oasis.

I am a desert, I am formless,
My sand dunes define me.
Sometimes I take the form of storms, When the wild winds devour me,
Other days I keep calm.

I am a desert, I am desolate,
At times, I flirt with the blue sky,
The stars stare into my eyes,
The moon whispers into my ears,
I fantasize an infinite dreams.

I am the desert, I am empty.
I am the desert, I am vast.
I always search for myself; My horizons never end,
I am a desert, I am the beauty of NATURE.

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