In the vastness of the desert of dreams
Remnants of hope are starting to cringe
At the bottom of hearts; for all seems
Fiery orange.
The sun burns the very soul dry.
Oblivious to pain it can infringe,
A hot glowing gem set in the sky
Fiery orange.
The desert sand is melted to tiles
Beneath tired soles, starting to singe;
Stretching around for thousands of miles:
Fiery orange.
a new dimension of the deniverse
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