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A LONELY BLADE OF GRASS IN THE DESERT
The scattered leaves of torment lie,
Beneath the starry desert sky.
The world is silent, the lonely years pass,
The life we lead, is like a blade of grass.
Solitary confinement haunts our mind,
The lapping, sandy winds they kill and they blind.
The isolation, of desert silently cries
As the battered, blade of grass wilts and dies. |