when your feet
land on the desert
look carefully
rest a bit and breathe
a while
the hot air and do not
be frightened
the mirage may mislead
and the far distance
may be too drowning
but look down
on your feet for beside you
is this little flower
purple and too tiny
in full bloom
too pleasing
to the eyes
of the one
lost in
his affections
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