Oct 25, 2010 11:06
On this golden desert I walk alone
bare feet, fearless of the dangers
gifted by quicksands and dust storms.
sounds of a rattling train I hear,
its steam trumpets warning me
Carrying my loved ones it moves.
Direction opposite
to me,
on its rusty rails.
Oh! a quick glance
then they are gone.
leaving behind - me the dunce
I still wave at them
though invisible
and turn around to see
someone running
towards me.
At last, am not alone
I say with a smile
I do have my poverty embracing me
I do, yes I do...
desert,
poverty