Travellers at Dusk - Poem

Sitting amongst the travellers of dusk

The husk

but not it’s juice

dried from the scorching sun

Sitting amongst the travellers of dusk

The musk

of sweat and spice

their skin soaked from the air

Sitting amongst the travellers of dusk

The dusk

the mystery

the implied dream lives on.

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