Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Leather Boots

The desert is only shortly confined;
muddy paper can only hold for so long.
The winds that bear
carry off to great distances.
Subjects fall
and red mountains rise.
Greatly skilled rough hands form it
and rough hands of nature will destroy it.
Circles always end up where they began;
the desert will always unite
with the drying sand it was once more.

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