Through the dust storms
they say in hollow voices
will we see sunshine again
and I tell, what do you think

They run up hills backwards
they don't want to see where they are going
just to higher ground
that is all that they are perceiving

I am a child of storms
the closure never mourned
I am pure as dirt, a warlord
of sunshine and dust storms


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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