A fiery globe and a cold Stone.
At dawn, the horizon which kept it safe from darkness let’s it out,let’s it live for another 15 hours, allows it to guide the lost beaded sunflower.At noon,it turns pale enough,scared of going back into the tiny place,where it has to wait another night to win the race.Before dusk it fights with time,struggling for victory,begging…
Blurry clouds, clear skies
I’d like to breathe the wild winds,embrace the mad flurry of sand, Trace my dreams on star trails and Instead of looking at the sunset, I’d like to touch the horizon just like the wildflowers of the broken land. Ah life! The thing that happens to us while we’re off somewhere else, Blowing on dandelions…
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