​Alone in the desert at dusk

It was warm 

The sun had ceased its blazing but left its heat, retained in the grains of sand under my bare feet

The wind wrapped itself around me, stroking its silky tendrils against my skin as it whispered the secrets it had gathered on its travels

God poured a glass of honey into the azure vessel of the sky

And as I watched blue turn to gold, wings cut through the horizon and soared into infinity

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Tomorrow...

What will tomorrow bring?