Desolate

Endless daze, dust and heat bake every inch of my skin. Plants wither, eroded and dried, rain a forgotten hymn.

The tides retreat, desolate shores, no encounter to be seen. My circadian rhythm shattered, sleep, a distant, fading dream.

The sun, a tyrant, blazing bold, scorches the world in endless day, no trace of darkness, no respite, no shadows left to play.

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