Willingness Poem by Andhy Shakespeare

On the large desert
No tree...
No rain...
No grass...
All were sand...
I would like to look and touch the dew but impossible
“cause I was on the large desert
The desert that would be able to sink meeeee...
The desert that would be able to absorb meeeee...
The desert that would be able to kill meeeee...
The sun made mee being dry
Dry helpless, no spirit
I tried stepping my foots on the sand
But I felt in pain
The sand was well hot
I do not know...
What I have to do
I do not know...
Where I have to go
I felt losing my compass
I hop’d my willingness would come true