desert

The heart croons comfort
through the thin, red sand;
sings itself to being –
humming at the edge
of nature’s self.
In timeless echo of the word,
it knows of worlds before
and those beyond,
of days unwritten
and of nights;
of moments breathed and hoped-
of heartbeats tracked through time.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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