Travelling in my basket carriage
I feel the heat and the cool breeze
On my face
Air above me
Air below me
Travelling in my basket carriage
Being cradled with long spindling ropes
Holding me upright
The large silk balloon
I look down to the sand dunes
Untouched by man
No footprints on these natural sand waves
I see before me
The golden sun
The moody jet black clouds
Tinged with burning angry red
I don’t care where I travel too
Travelling in my basket carriage
Being cradled with long spindling ropes
Holding me upright
The large silk balloon
My momentary home
As we float over the deserted land
Untouched by human hands
Toria
7/6/2022
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