A parched soul
Looking for a watering hole,
Cannot find a drop, dries out.
A tumbleweed
Running across the sand dunes,
Cannot find a resting hole, tires out.
A lamp
Looking for darkness
Cannot find the dark, lights out.
The past
Searching in the present,
Cannot find itself, dies out.
A very soft and touchy expression about the soul!!!
It looks like as calm & quite picture is waiting and ready to welcome the dried soul….:))
The perfect picture with the ultimate words of the last para of the poem “The past searching in the present,Cannot find itself, dies out “.