6/10/14

Rocks crunch on the eastern side

Sand is together 
Against you
Walls at the front
Behind 
Besides
All around you
And who knew it plucked away
The sound
And chewed
Replaced it with the sun

There are drifts of trees here
Certainly 
But it seems 
Only me
Only one

With a cool flick 
Of rains returning
To seed a few more
And there's more
To be here suddenly
Made dapple of the floor

I dabble wanderworthy 
Firm and swarthy 
I play a thunderclap 
A sword
Sand together returning
Always burning 
But not a bit as much forsworn 

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