Sacred Dust
The harsh summer struggle
Between the yellow morning
Night rains; dirt and soil and death
The rain from the ground was like the forest
I planted the shadow with my bare hands
Peace rains light and happiness
Quiet wind drifts across the mellow trees
After the approach to the mountains
The bouquet of silence
Greeted me beneath the night
The sacred dust above the trees
Settled upon the Earth
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