Fields of Gold
Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters are Masashi Kishimoto's legal property. I'm not making any money off this story; however, all the Original Characters, Original Plot-lines, and Original Themes are my own.
Warning: Violence.
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How much he could gather in the tiny fist of hand? Slow slither of Time—timeless grains of Sand? Fields of gold lay beyond him, scintillating stars in dunes. It was vast, this expanse of desert. A heart whittled by Time's edge, trembled and sung, melodies of longing for what lay beyond gold, sartorial brilliance of his garb—red against gold.
Sun was distant and forlorn, yarn of gold in the sky. Summer was gone. Winter made the nights go cold. Wind blew from north, and then the gold would whirl and whirl over the sands, gathering grains as it went—a quiet night's ghost, a shrilling spectre in the morning, spilling red in the sand-sepultures of his making. His cheeks grew red and warm, and he closed his eyes, lashes fluttering upon plump cheeks.
He liked the winter. Sun was kind to him these days; so he trod slowly over the dunes, and yellow did not sting on the feet's underside. He canted his head slightly, eyes bright in the light—bright like light. And he kept walking, taking one small step over the sand, to go beyond the dune that kissed the sky's bow, radiated as hotly as love—to find her welcoming bosom. It was not far—he could still make it . . . it was not far . . .
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The End