The quenching thirst

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The quenching thirst

I once walked the desert in search of the only oasis, when i came across a lonely puddle under a single palm tree.
 As i leaned in for a drink i noticed the water was tainted.
Tainted with what you ask?
With the darkness of every thirsty soul that came before me.
most would still take a drink to quench their dying thirst the so longed to lose.

But not I...

I was in search for more.
I am looking for beauty,
I am looking for shade,
But most important of all i am looking for peace.
Does such a thing exist in this barren land?
to try to find such a thing is like looking for beauty on an empty canvas which can only be found through the painters brush.

Having realized this I now know that my imagination is now my brush...
I shall stop searching and create my own paradise.
i will let the world be my canvas...

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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