Morning Sun

Blistering heat, a never ending road

Dusty and stony

Disappearing in the distance

A relentless wind carries the noise

Of the city from afar

A country that is not mine

A road for strangers on the way

To salvation or condemnation

Being a non believer this is weird

Not my place, not my life

Still my choice

I rest my soul here in the dust

Of human grief and desires

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