Kata Tjuta

Valley of the Winds

Over whose august cathedral of natural stone

Soars like a shard of hope

Piercing the sky

And there is silence

The echoing cavernous hush

As the sundry breezes

Ply their dry and stringy grasses

And the weeds

That live rich and green and spout out

Alien globes of bristled green pods

Courtesy of shelter

– Megan Payne

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