Rock blooms

I am trekking a terrain,
strewn by thorns n 'rock flints.
Sharp gravels pierce my feet,
bleeding, my toes to gape.

Dark faces of boulders stare.
Sharp edges often hit unaware.
Loose stones slide suddenly,
blocking the path ahead.

On one side scary desert,
basks in scorching heat.
On other side mountain melts.
Lips dry craves for a drop of water.

 Eyes look at a galloping mirage,
 Visions greet an oasis far away.
 Heat wave burns skin of imagery,
 suddenly scenario changes.

 On a projecting cliff,
 a tree stands precariously.
 Her roots clasped on a ledge.
 she was in full bloom.

sending out an aroma of life.
Time n' mind flowers,
even on a tear drop of frustration.
A poem is born out of harshness!
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