"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Clouded.

The sky is overcast
clouded
like my thoughts.
I'm not the person
I once was--
clarity like the pale blue
of a summer sky,
this my thoughts
are void of.

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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