Time…

Always moving
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Winds blow across a dry, barren land,
Bringing a darkness, a cover like sand.
Grit in my mouth, grit in my shoe,
There is no sky, there is no blue.

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The dust of the day flies in my face.
Annoying and bitter dissatisfaction stinging my soul.
Fury raging in my gut from the barrage on my case.
A jumble of voices filling my cranium bowl.

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The wind blown trees
Make the rustling of leaves
Fill the wood with sound
From the top to the ground.

Birds of the morning flitter and fly Continue reading »