Building on plains

At a distance the new town is being claimed. Living on the flat lands of dusted patches over seeing the glanderous mountain plains, the sunrise and sunsets lighten them in particular light schemes. The view constantly changes sometimes old sometimes new. The view can be orange sometimes grey. I see new homes every day, even after all this time something new is being born on these far off yet close mountain plains. I can see my self moving into the new mini city that I see everyday. I ask myself will the homes crumble down? will the mountains ever break?. The answer is always no as gravity is there best friend. Floating majestically all on there own built by us all planned out so well. The connections must feel different on there, in the same town yet placed boldly to live out alone creating new community’s and new desert roads. On the desert valleys yet part of mountain duality’s not dry only still.


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