Snake black bitumen mirage
slithering sleekly over heat shimmered sands glazed flame red,
sketching a lonely horizon attached to azure blue skies.
Hidden lizards fear for their parched fleshin moisture-less air fired by a zenith sun.Skeletons bleached bone white.Not a sound heard on silent air; but
the scream of heat rising.
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G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!
Love,
That was hot, hot, hot!
ReplyDeleteGreat words.
the desert will kill you if you do not love it.
ReplyDeleteoh i can feel the heat....
ReplyDeleteEaton...
ReplyDeleteThis is the very reason that I smile when I see that you've played.
You words always come to life...
Excellent 55.
Thank you so much for this masterpiece....Galen