The light burns gold across the land,
There's more to here than just the sand.
There's hope, and beauty, a sense of place
what dreams have grown in this vast space?
What lives have lived, what battles fought?
How few found gold? How many sought?
It slowly fades, this setting sun
Just one last glint, then it is done
and as dark grows, and turns to black
I sigh, pack things, and turn my back
My time here's done, as all before.
No soul remains at desert's door.
my feet are bound for far-off ways;
Leaving ghostly dreams of golden days.
Ghost Town, Route 66, Arizona, USA.
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