This is the brown land

our throats flooding with drought

we whisper
like dust dragged across the ocean

and cry over old bones
blown smooth and porous
by the sightless breeze

bringing death
and the smell of the shade
on its heels

This is the brown land

benvolio

Joined December 2007

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