A parched soul
Looking for a watering hole,
Cannot find a drop, withers away.
A tumbleweed
Drifting across the sands,
Cannot find an oasis, moves on.
A lamp
Looking for the shadows,
Cannot find the dark, turns off.
The past
Searching in the present,
Cannot find itself, dies out.
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