Rumpled rocks.

Rock faces rumple

clouds serge

the mountains are gone,

turmoil lashes

the parched land,

through it all

the big fiery orb

moving towards red

with darkening patches

illuminates the mire,

as we rush on;

not worrying

about all the signs,

complaining about the heat

the humidity and then

struggling off to sleep,

in a sweating cuddle

so as to face the next

day, as the rumple,

rocks look down.

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