A Desert Sunrise

The-prayer-of-solitude

 

Along that juniper studded ridge

where ponies languish on the crest,

and cut their hooves so deeply

into hills and valleys too –

That fleeting moment

when the truth does matter not,

and with a graceful rise

the sun does melt the morning dew –

 

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