Pursuit
Jun 17 · 1 min read

Solitary sands stretch
far and wide before my eyes
underneath my feet i find
restless breeze carrying
weak protest of dusts
In this vastness
in this lonesome desert,
there is a forest,
an acre and a half
of trees, seeping sunshine
and flowers, for us.
We look for it,
we walk for it,
alone in this vastness,
we look for our corner
of solitude.
