Tankas: Three Tankas of a Deserts Rage . . . #WesternWednesday
Rage filled pale gray eyes
and his hate brought destruction,
To the desert towns,
Each step on the trail grows sage,
’till the sun sets and life starts.
But in the empty
waists and nightmare visages
of the deep visions
lost in the stars of heaven,
falling into reborn souls . . .
The lost are now found;
belonging to forgotten
badlands of lost youth,
You are all remembered beings,
Joined by violence of the minds.
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