We are but shadows in the sun . Reflections of crystal pavement . Remnants of who we are . Who we are yet to become . Where one goes , the other follows . Until we blend into a rainbow of fractured prisms . My joy stopped once the rain stopped falling down . Dry as the desert . A total wasteland . The winds rising high as the tide . Dust bowls blowing until the sand dunes are recreating one another . Scorching heat . Sweat dripping off our foreheads . Weakened spirits . Shortness of breath . Until we are no more . We are but shadows in the sun .
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Precious Gurl (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Awesome write
You create some interesting imagery here of a desert landscape. I imagined a sand storm and the shifting of sand dunes. But most of all, I felt heat and exhaustion. Pleased I stopped by this evening. Nicely composed lines.
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