Winding Desert of Men
Minds, dusts merge on a running slate
Scorching sun aloft jilted men
Warming up like a sizzling plate
Winds whirling, bodies teeming ten
Trudging on a forsaken den.
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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