Bold
Come let us go, I know a place
where the suns set so red
in a thick melting sky
Damp air clings to your skin
and it sinks deep within
Down one more rutted clay road,
as you’re thinking of home
did you see it, her face
Yes this is my life,
and how can you be so bold
Hard years of toil rendering
age unrecognizable, eyes
liquid and wise, hands
calloused and old,
feet blending with road
The deep lines in dark skin
tell where she’s been
and who am I
to say hello
And who am I to be so bold
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