Monday, November 28, 2011

The Color of Eons

In the vastest of the eastern landscape,
A ball of orange rises
Bathing sands of time in its brilliant hue.

Where Egyptian pharaohs
With their ladies danced
Building monuments that far outlived them.

Camels walk, where brave men venture
Religions as old as the ground they tread
Shifting sands with unaltered beliefs.

Time rolls across the dunes
Altering life and destinations
Buried stories, deep beneath its crust.

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