Written 17th August, 2026 for Bite Size Contest no 151 Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
The ancient ranges hold the fading sun, Once day is done. The ironbarks sleep deeply in the stone, And watch the stars ignite the dark alone. Fears turn to sand, Against the timeless patience of the land
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