With heavenly fingertips,
he separated the stars
from a mosque of midnight blue.
Bronze shadows glittered
on waves of coral sands
in the dusty desert sky.
He took my hand and guided me
to an oasis of serenity, where
carpets of tangled irises bloomed.
His life was a dedication,
made to nestle my dangling
fears in the scorching heat.
Gazing into the flickering flames
of his poetic eyes,
muffled sighs filled the searing air.
Specks of sand, rose from the
ground in a swirling motion
as his fingers slipped through mine.
He disappeared beyond the
vanishing point, while a sand-storm
danced in melancholic plumes.
His life was a dedication,
made to submerge me in an
eternal mirage of thirsty sands.
Gold trophy winner
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