Season’s transition. Sitting alone in desert- Straw dog on fire.
Season’s transition. Sitting alone in desert- Straw dog on fire.
The eyes of children Looking glass into our soul Clean of age’s stain
Green grasslands alive Stretching towards incarnate sun Golden they lay dead
In land of no horizon The future anonymous- Bleak save struggles. Life teeters on jagged edge, Adversity flourishing.
Ripples in the air. Distant sinking horizon. A long desert road.
Breathe in happiness- Shackles drop from weary shoulders. Still in the moment.
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