Tuesday, October 03, 2006

listen, its singing

some see the beauty in the desert, are ensnared by the song of the shifting sand. for them the desolation holds a wild peace in its palm, and the parched land echoes of a primeval calm. but the song that is sung by the wet earth at night will never have a rival for me. it sings of plenty with a wanton tune, of abundance and riches in dark emerald hues. the purity of the desert may have its charm for some, but the jungle shall cradle my bones tonight.

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