Not all lands are barren
Not all lands are barren,
Quagmire is wet
Poles harbor snow
Just don't be walking through the desert
As it fashions sand
To suck you into it
Without any struggle
Like an addiction
Infact Masochism
You are following it.
Aim for the pastures
Not the oasis
They are just mirage
I will meet you there
At the wet quagmire
Beside the poles
I am your diary
To be completed
Beyond the sand
Waiting for your arrival
To make you realize
Not all lands are barren.
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