Drenched willow idleness
Blessed with ken less strand
Ever times on ivory stage
Is exactly a sad freedom
Fallacious happiness ;a boredom
Cactus desolate heart
Swallow pursed up remote
Every time as curled sprawling sun
Is exactly a sad captive
A prison
They are singing a song
Without a rhythm
East is east ;west remains west
Bridging the gulf not beyond our reach
And I guessMob are listening
Splashes of black, blue and yellow Jumbled an abstract symphony
But may be someday
Someone shall reveal
The desert legacy
The essential passions of the heart
Which is yet to be written
Which is yet to be sung
With rhythm ,melody and perfect harmony .
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