The Blue-White Ice and Red Sand

Red sand and blue-white ice, our lives are small;
The endless sky is vast, the human-being soar above red sand
And blue-white ice, all that a person wants and need is
Named successes, to distant mountain heights
the people can’t guess, she/he feel the many weary
Hours worn thin open the book of shadows;
Turn the page; close fast the iron door;
Turn out the light, on swift storm winds soar
In flight.

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