Oh, I've walked across,
the sands of Mars
staring into it's red mystery.
Those lifeless sands,
devoid of life,
Just like me.
Traveling all across the Sands of Mars
searching unsuccessfully,
for a drop of water.
Or a drop of hope,
in my case.
That the world
could change.
and wouldn't remain
the same.
But alas Mars,
is a barren land.
With nothing on it,
Except for Sand.
Nice! I love the self
Nice! I love the self reflection.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you!
Thank you!