Desert clean
Purified by the sun's gleam
Sand . . .
in my eyes , nose and mouth
Temperature rising
as I head South
The unbearable burdens
thrown aside
I stumble on
trying to survive
No compass to bear
the sun will show
The choices I made
the resounding No's
Will be purified
Buried in sands of gold
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
Desert clean
Purified by the sun's gleam
Sand . . .
in my eyes , nose and mouth
Temperature rising
as I head South
The unbearable burdens
thrown aside
I stumble on
trying to survive
No compass to bear
the sun will show
The choices I made
the resounding No's
Will be purified
Buried in sands of gold
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