The Land That Does Not Breath

The Land That Does Not Breath

Another step is made on the forsaken horizon.

The only sound to hear is the sigh of the clear white sand leaving my soles.

The sky is barren but the sun is graceful.

The land is breathless as if anticipating an exorbitant surprise that is never to come.

Behind me is an endless trail that knows not its own origins.

With an hourglass holding all the grains of the land, time holds no reason.

If I ask where to go the sand tells me to move anywhere.

This is all that I know.

There are no regrets there is no sorrow,

but perhaps if I saw something just once I could have been happier.

I could have been sadder.

In the end it matters not.

This is all that I will know.

I am stuck here forever.

Author's Note

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