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Strolling through the cloudy mist

The dim light being of not much help at all

Cannot see the path ahead of me

I'm in a constant danger of drowning in the mire

Taking one careful step at a time

Moving ahead slowly but determined

Trying to ignore the distractions

The sights and sounds calling for my attention

I look forward to the day

When the mist ascends

My way gets illuminated in the increasing light

Making my direction clear

Lost in a merciless desert wasteland

The earth is barren in the scorching heat

No signs of life, nothing seems to move at all

Save for the dust stirred up by my footsteps

Dull colours

The landscape hurts the eye

The air is trembling with the heat

And a sinister wind is howling

I look forward to the day

When the floodgates finally open

Rain pouring on the dry land

Showering it with blessings

The night is in labour

Giving birth to a new dawn

It cannot be stopped

The sun is on its way to rise