Burnt by the sun

Solitude, each day
reaching out to life.
Tears breaking,
but unseen.
I was left alone
on this island.
Then, your eyes
curled on me –
and I was waiting.
Soft whispers
of affection
touch my spirit.
But your ego,
a stone staircase.
No more, than
blithe tears falling.
A false prophet,
dried to a sand path.
Alone on this island.

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