A Place in the Shade

Sun beats down on

Dying grass and

Withered blooms and

Ancient tombs and

I am walking

Never slow and

Never stop and

Never drop and

Blisters form on

Naked arms and

Empty hands and

Desert sands keep

Shifting on and

Mind is gone and

Hope is lost and

All I want is

Somewhere cool a

Deep green pool or

Just a place

In the shade

The End

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