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High Desert Spring
The land of many busy roads
off towards, the suns' demise;
up here, where the air is clear
there are castles in the skies.
Winters' chill is evermore
the ambience of the day;
as we struggle to find purchase
in the sand, and desert clay.
The wind coerces everyone
to "pause", and deeply "sigh";
without renewed perspective
one might cease, to even try.
Pedestrian mundanity
sneaks in as the "new" norm;
while an ocean of second notions
keeps us all from feeling, warm.
In the blind visioned distance
lies the truth from things unseen;
playing tricks with known realities
high desert springs are cold, and mean.
Style / type:
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Mon, 2011-04-11 08:58
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