It arose ( a double haiku)

Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .

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As dreams come true

Bloom to be beautiful

Resurrection

Let me lose myself

She was ethereal

A hope( a haiku)

A precipice steep,Overlooks a grey expanse,A hope golden shines.