Indian Spirits and Wildgrass II

We danced around the fire, like dark silhouettes

as the flames rose up to the desert heaven,

hopping like little birds,

and making animal sounds

The gold was buried somewhere out there,

in an old abandoned mineshaft

We would lower a bucket on a rope, 

and extract the shiny gold from the heart of the desert. 

Reviews

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Striking first verse. I like the dark silhouettes dancing around the fire, up and down, morbidly.
Now I must find part I

[Samuel Pennell]

Thank you for reading! I think you will like part I. :)

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I did :) wow!!!

[Samuel Pennell]

Thank you!