The road gets longer

Growing each day

One more mile stone

Comes coldly in the nights


Dreams get shorter ,

Moon goes further

Civilization is left behind

Like reputation


Compass needle is lost

Yellowing atlas is torn

Cactus grows like a giant

Humps of Camels kneel


A  bowl of pearls or water drops

Are they merely reflection

of your thirst or mine ?

Or do they hold the sun

in the day and don’t disappear

in the nights ?


Or is it a pool of tears when

I finally dissolve in you ?

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