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By Blue Song Date: 2003 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.17.15.31.4301]] |
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sands so thick like flour soft to draw one in carry with it the heat of an uncareing sun as steps are taken to defeat the day wafting high settle slow with each foot tred sands which drink not water but only ones very soul baked dry from the body this heat... this sun not of mercy shed and yet even here where the very air burns slow the finger tips one's own thoughts on love is all that makes one go and take that very next step and the next... till the time after all tears... these that blind rising from all that's left of a time broken mind one is finally free from deserts desolate waste and ones love is as a rising heat... encircled within one's arms once more... |