Desert of Heart

Unable to distinguish between the nightmares of the dark and the brightness of the raging fire burning within, she walks.

All she could do was to traipse in a deserted place holding together pieces from the barren desert of her broken heart.

Will these musical fountains turn out to ber her soothing sprinklers?

A haiku on the same…

nightmare of the dark

desert of her shattered heart

seek soothing sprinklers

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This is a response post to the ‘Three Line Tales’ by Sonya. To know more about the prompt, go through the guidelines, on her blog.