Burnt Dirt
Burnt dirt,
frozen rocks,
where you tread
in your socks.
A world awaits
now grim, now bright.
How quickly
time takes a bite.
At first, you feel
you’re only one,
then realize
we are all the sun.
#poetry #poet #poem
Burnt dirt,
frozen rocks,
where you tread
in your socks.
A world awaits
now grim, now bright.
How quickly
time takes a bite.
At first, you feel
you’re only one,
then realize
we are all the sun.
#poetry #poet #poem
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