cloudy cratons

flat bottomed fortresses

mountains of the sky

towering above the heartland

colors tease the eye

ceremonial headdresses

fountains that can fly

hovering above the sea of sand

upon a million dreams they spy

sunsets sketched with crayons

cloudy cratons that can cry

all the answers hover here

you dare not ask them why

About Brad Werner

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