Below me is a world of dust and sand.
As the globe slows its spinning,
I do my best to understand the scene.
I fear for my friends who are trapped below me.
I do not obsess on my loneliness.
Perhaps the falling rain will cleanse my heart.
I will find success beneath the bright sun.
I will find a way to love you again.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Bee Collins
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