20.November.23

Distanced by beach,

But still in reach,

Oasis is nigh,

Under blue sky.

Spirit holds hope,

Mind nixes nope,

Will steps toward,

Prayers plead Lord.

Now, *sigh*.

Why?

What is ever true:

Murphy’s law on cue.

About to quench thirst’s ache:

Trembling hands and lost quaigh. ; )