The wind shifts
    And so does the focus
As the clouds melt across
    The mountain landscape
Two desert birds struggle
    With the remains of a meal
A small pile of fast food drippings
    Of a familiar name to all
Suburban man  gift to a busy, busy world
    A strange and silent world
And they struggle, struggle to find
    A piece of the remains
Every man dream

    Sonrisa ©

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