Swimming dust in sandy winds at dusk.
Tells tales of steps and sins of metal fists.
They shave like thorns of bearded musk,
In falling rains as synchronicity blooms.
Oasis of flowers in a clouded moist righteous rite.
Grows tall in the cold and darkness without light.
Bringing bearers of hearts to stride through night.
As imbetterment and a fleeting freedom looms.
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Author:
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