Original Poem: Oasis

A desert, barren, devoid of meaning,
Stretching on for eternity,
Scorching sun sucking souls
Of what they were meant to be.

No shade, without relief
Phantom winds roam the scene
Dried air like shriveled minds
Of which some refreshment they are keen.

For in darkness there is hope
A treasure hides in dumps
Or like gold, endures the most.

Likewise, this realm, this desert,
Beholds an oasis of joy
Through small, despite meager,
Is worth more than quartz grains can employ.

Scarce splatters of color
Drenched in a lock of green and brown
So close yet different, yet separate
To the former world we have known.

~Gloria Sun
August 13, 2013

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