She walked alone, her white robes contrasting the dark night like a silvery moon descending upon the earth and its silvery light trailing behind. Her eyes were tainted with tears thick as blood. She shivered a bit but not from the cold that surrounded her. Her eyes roamed the earth as if to catch a ray of hope upon the barren heath. She must have seen nothing that held her heart for her pace grew quicker and heart beat faster. Blood pounded her veins and made her hallucinate of a distant land of sand and dust.
As she walked her feet stung bad from the scorching sun that blazed over the sandy land. At a distance drew a vision of perfection, a green lush with an ocean of water. But her trained mind foretold a false heavenly hope that nothing but sand and heat lay ahead. Just as she foretold, she reached the spot and saw the lush vanish before her eyes. She knelt on the barren sands and prayed for a drop as a river cut across her cheek. She closed her eyes and thought of the vast seas and the never-ending stretch of water on all sides.
She lifted her face and saw the sun through the blue shade, she kicked her feet hard and after an eternity broke the calm surface and took a deep breath. Love was dearest for one’s existence. She surmised, looking on all sides with mute despair. She eyed with hope a distant plank of wood that floated teasingly far off for the
