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Orange Sun And The Purple Oasis
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March 2002 Poetry An orange sun,
beats down on my face,
walking through the barren desert.
A haze,
the color purple,
blurs my vision.
The oasis of water,
torturing me.
I keep walking,
and walking,
toward the water.
But the closer I get,
the farther it goes.
Like reaching for my dreams.
I take a step closer,
only to fall,
two steps back.
~*~ Jill ~*~
hmmmmmmmm...this reminds me of a certain Pearl Jam song, but i'll let you pass by this time unscathed ;) ...interesting title; drew me in.