Vast desert
Wild open plain
Volcanic hills
So little rain
There goes the train
Animals roam
Where water flows
Cacti flower
Nothing else grows
But the wind blows
Condors soar
By the canyons cusp
Farming terraces
Thrive in the dust
We have wanderlust

Between the Fires: verses of earth and moon
poems by Zephyra
Vast desert
Wild open plain
Volcanic hills
So little rain
There goes the train
Animals roam
Where water flows
Cacti flower
Nothing else grows
But the wind blows
Condors soar
By the canyons cusp
Farming terraces
Thrive in the dust
We have wanderlust
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