The thorny cactus all alone, & in the
desert so forlorn,
Where land is friendless & by searing
heat so very torn,
Moon
looks down on cactus, within the dead of night,
Her opal heart wrenched, at poor cactus´s sad
plight,
Alone, where only grainy sands sigh & so
softly shifts,
Between earth & sky, leaving solitary &
starry rifts,
Old cactus tells the Moon, within the glare
of day,
“My eyes hurt with not seeing you, so very far
away”,
Moon smiles sadly, down upon desert´s barren
land,
“Cactus,
I find solace in my stars & you within your sand”.
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