Angel

You laugh like you rule, but it’s not the heat, deserts don’t trust fools, you can’t explain, why oases lose their sheen, that you should bother again, you’d say that these mules, forever miss their beat, looking at hopeless ruins, poverty yellow and grey, doesn't come with sun screen, you're protected anyway, you are like all of us , when brown and seventeen, sweet and bitter as almonds, instead you conjure a train, turn your head serene , look away from our gaze, smell the salt sea.