Red earth soaks under the deluge
Stains the soul
and breaks my heart
peace found in between those spaces,
in between each grain
moving with wind and water
rocks and sand taken by the wash,
cousin of a river who cannot stay
Turquoise brush against orange and gold
The paintings as far as the eye can see
Bathed in an ocean of lightening and thunder
Carries the future far from me
because the past pounds in the present's pulse,
buried seeds burst
with promises of their ancestors
And as the clouds fall, the colors deepen
One day in the desert, and I saw a flood
And my soul was swept away
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