Alone.
Sands of time slip through my outstretched fingers.
The yellow light warms this thirsty heart.
Memories of the rain come and go with the lessons never learned.
Dust in the sky tells of the past, present and future.
Threatening clouds take advantage of the sky.
Rain falls with new colors to paint the heavens.
And the cycle starts again.
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