Not All Desert Are Barren And Dry
Beauty is a matter of seconds
A story of an adventurer named Henry.
He woke up in the middle of nowhere;
Confused, he’d grown a magical goatee. From where!? The vision wasn’t clear.
Last time he prayed was for a blessed and fruity air; which intended their perfect irony.
Perhaps, his death at last was near;
Surely not the place he wanted to be.
A vast desert at his closest stare.
He’d thought barrenness and dryness was a guarantee
But dryness knows no flair.
He reasoned every form to flee;
All the trouble made him unaware
That all that drama was a blessing.
The very moment he started to trek,
He was swept off by the magnificent blooming beauty;
couldn’t let go of the glorious stare.
The first clue he had had been the death valley,
Behold, the vision of reality is shared.
Where dry sand and mountains once stood, is a sight for fruitful beauty.
This story is a reminder that everyone has the potential to bloom and become beautiful again no matter your past dryness and disappointments.
All you need is a step.
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