Dust of the dunes-
Drifted thoughts!
Dunes in the desert.
Dampened dreams-
Dragging the dead desires.
Disappear, she wants to-
the void.
Scars on the mind.
Past that haunts.
Glochids painless-
Plucks some thorns-
Droplets of blood-
On the desert floor.
Dried quickly, not to be healed.
Healed to be dead.
Dust hurled over the dunes.
And she was nowhere to be seen...
Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini
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