simonhlilly

Desert Voices.

Violet sky.

A woman

Is the air,

Dancing.

Wind,

The audience.

A silent world.

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A silent world.
Waiting
For the footprints
Of saints.

Dust and sand
Dancing in lines.

In the heat,
Shadows melt away
To nothing.

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Shadows melt away
To nothing.
Birds hop
From tree to tree.
Cat sits still,
Rolls and stretches.

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