Empty Basin
Been walking for some time now,
in a journey with a scarecrow.
I fell, unable to bear the heat;
and the fine sand became my seat.
An oasis became my hallucination,
in the middle of nowhere its my sole redemption.
but my eyes went shut and darkness engulped me;
and my soul escaped my body.
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