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Blooming desert
Daring visitor
Slow-motion dance
A pulse beating
Good news
I’m alive.
Hope, Roaring like a Spring Storm
Flowering
Intricate
In what seemed like an artificial Heart.
They were wrong
The mechanical heart was merely a temporary fix
Now I feel it in my arteries, veins, and capillaries
Signposts
Of visions of earth
Of belonging.
Never needs to be removed.
They said give up
They said it couldn’t be done
But the triggers lurking in our genes
Pulsate to a muscular rhythm
Molecular level
Mysterious.
Beauty
It’s bold
Shifting sands
Wonders
Silence.
Slow and deliberate.
Instincts
Shy at first
Wary of being surrounded
Arms outstretched
Guarding a legend
You like to believe that it’s possible
The once vast desert wilderness
Seemingly empty wasteland of
Wounded
Impossible dreams
You saw through my desolate majesty
Daring translation
Exploring
Victory, in your own right
I’ve left the underworld, removed the partition
My dream is to rise to every challenge
Stars
A new power
That keeps the heart beating.
Standing beside you, the bravest of them,
All the mountains look like molehills
Healing the heart.