Narrative

Narrative

Sound of men
working hard in
the sun. Their sweat
moisturises the
soil from which they
toil.The radiant sun
in all it’s glory beams forth.
Steam engine from the lorry
exudes like a bull’s breath.
For the garden of Eden
I’ll give my wealth for a footstep
Light western breeze reaffirm hope
I learn from the wildebeest,
he stares close into thy soul.
My revelation of his, and his
upon me through his reflection.
The shape shifting clouds
conceal the righteous

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