Waterways frozen, Wounded winter duck on wing. Withering wind blows.
Waterways frozen, Wounded winter duck on wing. Withering wind blows.
Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Mountains grow with rain, Mist shrouding the peaks from view. World harmonizes.
Ripples in the air. Distant sinking horizon. A long desert road.
Sorrow fills the night- Frozen rain falls, windstorm moans. In the distance…lost.
Twilight…and dusk falls. Roads diverge, travelling on— Ocean falls away.
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