A collection of works by a cynic who still dreams of being free
23 August 2011
Red Sands
Red Sands
Stretching away miles
Interspersed with
Small hill and scrub
Land of lizard
And rainbow
Hunter stalks forward
Stops
One legged stance
Tastes the breeze
Creeping slowly
Toward dinner
Throws his spear
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