Desert Treasures by Shea Bell

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The desert is full of treasured things. When a world seems empty, all you need to do is see the spirit of things to be filled.
In my soul, I feel the howl of a cyote in the night. The Rainbow and moon dance at dusk across my mind.
My flesh, polished to a shimmering brown, I watch a pather stalking it's prey, hovering close to the ground.
I rain when it cries, as I utter a sigh, as endlessas the wind, wich on a hot summer night can be a friend. Sifting through the sands of time, helping you find the burried treasures in the desert.