With worn out boots and a tattered suit,

I walk for twenty or so miles,

With staggered steps and heaving breaths,

I sight a pool of water,

With arms outstretched and swaying legs,

I fall on my knees before the oasis,

With squinted eyes and mouth running dry,

I take in the simmering sight,

With twitching arms and palms pitted together,

I sink my hands into the clear solution,

With grateful glee and sanctified spirit,

I chug down generous handfuls of water,

With moistened lips and strengthened limbs,

I resume my journey through the desolate sands,

With purposeful strides and an alleviated mind,

I lose myself to the sands of Sahara, to be found by an oasis again.


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