It can be like a desert-burning summer day,
scorching every inch of skin with unrelenting rays.
Ripping you a part with a new sand storm with each new dawn,
small rocks scaring your fragile heart beyond repair.
A freezing night of the dunes hardens the heart,
never sleeping, never resting for death’s approach.
Becoming as cold as the sky above and the air around,
only to be met with blistering sun of a new but old emptiness.
By: Copycat_Hatake_Kakashi
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Mika's & Copycat's poems
Just a bunch of poems that Me and My cuz' put togeather.
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Mika the black fox
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Now what have I said about making Gaara mad?
