Molded Deserts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Molded Deserts



Desert evenings,
darkened by a sunset on a western horizon,
leaving us in an ebony landscape,
surrounded by mountains,
climbing everlastingly into the sky.
Molded deserts, put on earth for our enjoyment,
provoking thoughts to be spread about in books
for all to be reminded of God's innate nature.

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