A Passion in the Desert

September 11, 2008
Endless red sand dunes
Threaten essence of time
Infinite red sky
Hover above heated terrain
Blazing hot sun
Wisps of white clouds
Blown by sun-driven winds
Dust particles
Whirled by storms
No life
No hope

Across this wasteland
Lives a lonely cactus
Its only friend
A chameleon
Small creature sleeps upon
Crispy, spiky projections
Eternally dormant
Rarely provoked
By a love-passionate soul
Its tears
If collected
Cures a broken heart

Cannot leave cactus
Cannot leave desert
Brave souls
Have crossed harsh desert
Never feeling hardships
Having found
True love
At the end.

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