walking a thousand miles in the barren land ..
tip of the tongue touching my lips ..
hopes of washing away the sand ..
I look ahead far away into the sky ..
the silhouette of blues dancing in the shade ..
the green fairy queen asking me to join ..
the mystic dance of eckle and toin ..
i close my eyes just for a second ..
looming gloom towers above ..
I look up and pray to the mighty winds ..
dark waters filling up below ..
beneath my feet the empty land ..
reaching out to my fairy queen ..
i stumble i mumble i cry to the unseen..
Alas i feel the warmth on my face ..
the wind rocks by, the desert still ablaze ..
-Lost Poet
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