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The Desert
by Andre T. Infante

Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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There is a place where no river flows
Where the sun shines bright and no grass ever grows...

The Desert.


There is a place where no river flows
Where the sun shines bright and no grass ever grows.
Where water is frozen, solid ice.
No animals live here, not men or mice.
The soil is baked a badly burnt red.
The color of iron, tainted with lead.
Where dust-devils the size of mountains roam.
Dust kicked up, sprayed like sea-foam.
Where blood boils in the sun, and freezes in the shade.
A place like this, where shadows never fade.
A place where the air is breathless thin
There it is- our airless, deathless twin.
We might have been like that comfortless place.
Another barren desert, drifting in space.
This place is all very well to visit, perhaps.
But to live on Mars? – Good God man, have you snapped?

 

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