Of Seekers
Heat laden dust
fluff scorch searing
desert plains---
earth seems aflame;
gust twirl
it's stinging grains,
rays of sun bake
minds of us who dare &
foray hamlets that
know not rain, too
tame austere in name
Copyright © David Maxoptimism | Year Posted 2018
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