The Hot Intensity of 1,000 Suns
by Nadya
The sizzling sun burnt my face
The evil sandstorms had pinned my eyes.
I could not see any longer.
My feet hurt so much to walk
Every step had brought bad luck.
Waling in circles for what I knew
I could not find a road the grew
Every breath was painful
Every blink with my eyes had stung
This night had grown closer and
I feared what may come.
I could feel the sun grow lighter
As it hid behind the dunes
I sat on the boiling soil
And I could hear every creature as
if they were in my dream
The crisp night air blew through
my greasy hair.
That night I wished I had
never left home.
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