Spider-webbed cracks
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along an empty pavement.
Soft soles glide,
and weary head falls
with tears
and a weary heart
wails.
One road from here,
and only the horizon
is visible in a sky
full of misty clouds,
blocking the view of blue.
Animals are scarce,
dust motes swirl
in an elaborate dance
to death.
Plants wilt and crumble,
along sandy slopes,
though somber trees
line the road,
like a graveyard.
The steady pace of footsteps
continues
to the beat of a drum,
the heart wails,
all is silent.
Chaos of Life 