The call of the desert was not to be ignored
of old tales and lore
A dream to not let him sleep
from shadows upon him creep
Of a treasure lost in the sands
across the brown grainy expanse
‘Would anyone in it believe’
his old father would grieve
Yet he had the dreamy eyes
to his loved ones he wished his goodbyes
He had to in life try
his luck in the desert dry
A little search could do no harm
the wealth found for years would keep him warm
His camel on the shifting dunes
tread smoothly its hooves in tune
the hot wind blew at his garments
on the way shook up some tents
He would not tire or relent
his soul was not to be bent
Slowly and stealthily he traversed
with few rests his journey interspersed
days passed away
Find what he seeked he prayed
Till one day a wild storm blew
his tent away flew
ruthlessly made him lost
dearly did him cost
he knew not where he was
miles aimlessly did he pass
with a prayer on his lip
some water for him to sip
painful hours later
he found what really mattered
the mad desire for treasures gone
for the gift of life his heart did moan
For God had relieved him of his crisis
Yonder lie a beautiful blue green Oasis!
Enjoyable read 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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🙂
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Hmm, this is an interesting read that makes me think of someone on a journey to self-discovery.
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Thanks for sharing your insight , maam Jacqueline Obyikocha 🙂
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Very nicely written 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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lovely!
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