In search for green pastures
Am stocked in a desert
A place difficult to survive
A place where no one can be heard
A place where dreams can’t be fulfilled
This wasn’t the plan.
The plan was a greener pastures
I can’t die here,
I must keep moving
Cause there’s a future that awaits me
This desert is just a path to it.
RE: Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"
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Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"