Remote and beautifully vast
in red dust we bask
Trails on a desert moon
where craters are mere earth spoons
Tinder dry with eagles soaring eons high
below the sand awaiting drops to ignite many a blossoming plan
Red as dawn on the lips of a lovers night
sacred the breath of the beautifully vast outback
Trails and tracks
become the path to the magic moon and back
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