Want your mortal self

You left me on a vast desert that doesn’t even have an oasis.

Explain the reason for my survival in complete detail with basis.

Thorns cause my gentle skin to bleed while walking all alone.

No ambition to achieve nor a destination to reach like a rolling stone.

I have become static ever since you left and turned into an elf. 

Don’t need diamonds or twinkling stars just want your mortal self.

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