The Desert Poem by Paul Warren
The Desert
The blazing sun beats me down
As the glare does its best to surround
The dirt is whipped by the dust devils
My world is a hell felt upheaval
The rationed water is all but gone
In the desert my life feels as its done
Until finally I find National Highway One
And flag down a traveller my life saved and won.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A great write. Struggles and overcoming obstacles were clearly drawn in this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 11:05:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a fine poem, Paul....