The fragile words float astray.
Men’s weak hearts and so are they,
To dwindle like the grass in a storm.
The worlds they know or are yet to be known?
The brittle acts float astray.
Men’s weak hands and so are they,
A lance that cannot be held up high
A fallen man bears a fallen sigh!
The pathetic lives float astray.
Men’s weak hopes and so are they,
Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave.
Driving down Skeleton Coast
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Driving down the road
in the midday sun, scorching
white the sky, melting
into the bleached sand
on the horizon
behind waves of heat
rising into the ...
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