The wind-blown
Sands scatter
Across the
Sun-cracked
Landscape
A cloudless,
Pastel sky
Hovers
Over a
Sleepy
Matron
A black crow
Pecks at the
Stony ground
And one lonely,
Decrepit tree
Cracks the
Silence
And falters,
As the waterless,
Rock-ridden
Earth
Reclaims
A timeworn
Cradle
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