Dry Land

My last wish of survival

Would be the main attraction

An improper fraction Oh! I think

There’s one way in to be

Swiftly washed out I witness

Downtrodden respect from the last sips

Of your lips you’ll think about me

Dignity Holds my head in secrecy

Then orchestrated compelled

Annoyingly dry spellbound Love is expensive

You’ll think about me stranded and remember

All the kisses dipped in honey

On the green lands of this island

Fed from a vicious dreams and fantasies

At a matinee from the menu selected

My loving heart is like a dry land

© Rana M All Rights Reserved

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  1. onemillionphotographs Reply

    Cool photo 🙂

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