"The discovery"
by Randa "Poetica" Whites
Freezing
Newland desert is cold at night
Thunderstorms
Blizzards and rain
My hands trembling
Yet the sand is still hot
Feel it
Soft and hot from the sun
Flashing memories
This is who i am
This is what i am
I am the desert
At night
I am a cold hart
Filled with sunsoaked sand
