there was no one
just the wind
in the weeds
only no one
in the desert
on the breeze
blowing by
only tumbling
near the flowers
going dry...
and I could see them
without knowing why
there the echos
bounced
and silently by
of whispers
are the sounds
I could feel
in the sky
they twisted
within fire
and ice
they g'listen...
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