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Apr 2021
The canyon walls are closing in As the son Berries itself in the sand. The stars peek at me Through the clouds. The night poles down the shades. Shivering inside the cold As the moon Let's go. My eyes shut tight, Fighting Off the cold Until the sun poles itself Out of the sand, with it's warm pouring out of both hands.😊
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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   Imran Islam
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