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left alone in a desert she cries
chilled as the sun sets
burned from the wind,the heat,
nothing to eat but sand...
thirst quenched as her tongue
catches each salty tear,
her relief is in the mirage
that she can never reach
in a world she is prey..
oh where is thy comfort
that has never been known!
oh, why has this poor child
been left alone? Patricia Cooke
Copyright ©2008 Patricia Cooke
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