Gift of the Sun

Rocks are crushed like dry leaves underfoot,
dust being pulled together to form a mighty hill,
lines forming as if they are soldiers going to war,
a deep breath taken and the scene is empty.

The journey is repeated time and time again,
lines are built up but then sucked into oblivion,
the heart races at an abnormal but exciting speed,
and confidence is so high you feel like God himself.

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