Call of the Sonoran

Call of the Sonoran
By Drakovi Bloodrose

Breathe the dust, the sacred ground,  
Whisper winds, the ancient sound.  
Cholla spines and shadowed night,  
Guardians of the desert light.  
Call of coyote, moon hangs low,  
Secrets only saguaros know.  
Rattle sings with thunder's drum,  
Tucson waits; the heart grows numb.  
Speak the name, the sacred sound,  
Feel the pulse of timeless ground.  
Under stars, the desert calls,  
Eternal voice in canyon walls.  

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