Make a Run South

By: Anonymous

Lifting the coarse sand

Rocks tumble from my fingers.

The red sky beckons across

The endless plains.

Thunder shakes the ground

sand slips from the dunes.

The fresh smell of rain

and the taste of clean

oxygen.

The wind picks up,

howling at the mountains,

Lifting the coarse sand

and blowing it into the sky.

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