Salton Sea, CA by moominsean
There is not a soul that does not whistle in the windless regions of an unknown open scape.
These are times of change, times of mercy and times of resonance.
A catalyst for spinning truth.
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I said:
“warm.sun.desert.sand.wind”
He said:
“half dead trees
thirsty earth dreams.
Even deserts need rain”
There is not a soul that does not whistle
“warm.sun.desert.sand.wind”
in the windless regions of an unknown open scape
half dead trees
These are times of change,
thirsty earth dreams.
times of mercy and times of resonance.
Even deserts need rain
A catalyst for spinning truth.
I said: He said
