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The Empty Country by ~Nminuspi:iconNminuspi:



Sun burns down, hills and valleys
Shrinking, shrivelling, searing in the heat
The hills sweat madness
Rising like a heat haze and filling
The vast echoing spaces of the empty,
Heartless country.

Burned, dead trees stand proud
Pointing defiant fingers in accusation
At a cloudless sky
Empty and unyielding as the wrath of God.
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This was written through the very, very empty country on the train between Woolongong and Melbourne. 13 hours of hell.

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i remember that train trip and how it seem to take forever for you to get home.. That was a very hard week..

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