Loving you was like
swimming...through...sand.
It could be
done
but
at what cost?
I got badly burned.
Hadn’t used a high enough factor.
Or wore a wide brimmed hat.
Stared into the sun
too long.
Too long.
I did 3 lengths of the Sahara
before I realised
you were
just
a
M I R A G E.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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