The Desert

I live in the dirt
Where the sand strikes and sugar coats the Earth
I swim in the sun
And it colors in my skin
I sleep to the howl of a working wind
That is drawn across the edge of the globe
Like gravity on the horizon
I live on the fresh baked land
I live like like the desert lives
I live running
I live swept
I live, growing strong in the back beat of the wind

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