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Love Fantasy mirage

both a promise and blight.

By Moharif YuliantoPublished 10 days ago 2 min read
Love Fantasy mirage
Photo by MARIOLA GROBELSKA on Unsplash

The desert wind whispers secrets untold,

Across dunes of gold, where the sun burns bold.

A shimmering oasis, a trick of the light,

A fantasy dreamt in the heat of the day, both a promise and blight.

Palm trees sway, a mirage's deceit,

Their emerald fronds, a cool, welcome retreat.

Crystal-clear water, a haven for rest,

But a closer approach reveals only the test

Of the unforgiving sun, that beats down with might,

Leaving parched lips and a soul in a fright.

The shimmering vision, a cruel, playful tease,

A tantalizing whisper on the desert breeze.

Yet, in the heart of the weary traveler bold,

A flicker of hope, a story untold.

For the mirage, though born of the sun's cruel play,

Speaks of a yearning, a faraway day.

A day of cool waters, a life-giving spring,

Where the desert's harsh grip no longer can sting.

A fantastical garden, a paradise fair,

A refuge from hardship, a world beyond compare.

The mirage, a whisper of dreams in the sand,

A reminder of beauty this desolate land

Once held, or perhaps, forever will hold,

A secret oasis, a story yet to unfold.

But the desert whispers a wisdom more keen,

That true oases lie not in what's seen.

They lie in the strength of the spirit that strives,

In the will to survive, where hope still survives.

For the traveler lost, the mirage may deceive,

But the journey itself, a treasure to weave.

The lessons it teaches, the resilience it brings,

Are the true oasis, the heart's desert sings.

The sun dips below, painting the sky aflame,

The mirage fades, leaving only its name.

But the fire it kindled, a spark in the soul,

Will guide the lost traveler to reach their own goal.

For even in darkness, a dream can ignite,

A beacon of hope, a guiding, warm light.

The mirage may vanish, a fleeting display,

But the strength it awakens forever will stay.

So let the wind whisper its secrets untold,

Of shimmering oases, both new and of old.

For the journey within, a far greater prize,

Than the cool desert water that dances in lies.

Ballad

About the Creator

Moharif Yulianto

a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook

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