Sunday, 9 February 2020

Survivor
I am not sure how I did it,
how I survived
a lucky chance
maybe,
but here I am
still
standing
straight
against the wind,
the hot, hot wind
which has turned the soil
into rippling sand
the rippling sand
of the unwashed desert.
I am not sure how I did it
and I am not sure how long
I can stay here
standing
alone
in the rippling sand
of the unwashed desert.

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