Over miles travelled
Dust never settles
On scorched earth
Eyes change
As the face shifts
Alone in time
As thoughts drift
Anyone is a stranger
On the desert plain
Except for the devil
Who hides within
Rising in dust
Distant to fame
Spiraling closer
Knowing your name
It speaks up
You close your eyes
Raise speculation
Then look to the sky
Silence..
Holds the ground
A moment so precious
You are waiting to be found
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