Dessert’s Spirit
Rolling sands, absent of life.
The ancient dead spoke through the sand.
Every speck a story of old.
The sand hissed and an army marched just as quick as it came it disappeared In the sea of stories.
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Rolling sands, absent of life.
The ancient dead spoke through the sand.
Every speck a story of old.
The sand hissed and an army marched just as quick as it came it disappeared In the sea of stories.