With worn out boots and a tattered suit,
I walk for twenty or so miles,
With staggered steps and heaving breaths,

I sight a pool of water,
With arms outstretched and swaying legs,
I fall on my knees before the oasis,

With squinted eyes and mouth running dry,
I take in the simmering sight,

With twitching arms and palms pitted together,
I sink my hands into the clear solution,

With grateful glee and sanctified spirit,
I chug down generous handfuls of water,

With moistened lips and strengthened limb,
I resume my journey through the desolate sands,

With purposeful strides and an alleviated mind,
I lose myself to the sands of Sahara,
to be found by an oasis again.

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