Red Dirt

This Martian Landscape

My home

Red dirt and green life

Memory from another time

Story from a different book

Crumbled pages

Fast wind blows now

Joy was chasing the edge of rain storms

Called where cold was dissapated In a motion of ecstasy


Everything was alive with breath perfect quality of moment

The border of living and… dream

Belief suspended standing there

The mountain I dreamed

Never to see this pass

Too high to cross unless to other worlds

Beyond the reach of one hand

One heart seeks alone The child

Laughing while she climbs

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