
ultimate and vast
the water running running
running inside the wind
compelled by a wisp of fragrance
from a single rose
from her center in brown dry fields
that lie thirsty beside her flowering
and far away to the crest of distant horizons
she is demanding haste
certain she is that salvation will come
fields will rise up in song again
and children and children
and more children will dance
and a single rose
will no longer weep
pab © 30 november 2014
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