Sandless Desert
Waved at me one last time, your hand,
sent the farewell wind to my heart land.
The land we shared wine and dessert,
the land you callously desert.
Wind blows,
gone are streams and trees.
Sand flows,
gone are my tearful pleas.
Fossils of my tears are worn into grains of sand,
and wiped away by time’s hand.
Don’t worry for me, I no longer feel hurt,
for my heart turns into a sandless desert.
