Silent pleas — In towns that smell of deserts, I wandered, lost in thought,
Whispering sands carried tales of our lost love, dreams we fancied.
Yet amidst the crowd, my heart yearned for true connection’s tide,
Seeking realness, as its meaning faded, I questioned deep inside.
Within the mirage, authenticity shimmered, waiting to be seen,
While venomous whispers…