**Rivers That Quench Their Thirst in Sand**
Through veins that snake through thirsty earth,
Rivers wander, parched at birth.
Their whispers echo ancient sighs,
As sand consumes their feeble guise.
A mirage shimmers, painted bright,
Tempting waters lost to sight.
The sun scorches, a relentless gleam,
As rivers fade into a dream.
Like memories buried deep in time,
Their stories carried by the rhyme.
Lost to oblivion, they now lie,
Quenched by grains of time, a drifting sigh.
