• ora_barbie 9w

    Inside me lives the desert

    In our world, there are thousands of people
    Some related by blood
    Some related by work
    Some related by bonds
    Some related by common goals
    The only difference it makes is how we meet


    I'm writing poems
    Sometimes it touches the heart of people
    Sometimes it describes what goes on
    ... around us
    Sometimes it describes you
    Sometimes describes me
    This our common goals

    The desert is the crowd of people
    They come and go
    We change environment
    The only thing left of us is the memory
    Which becomes the desert we live in

    The desert inside of us.
    ©ora_barbie