Dessert’s Spirit

Poetry

Drama

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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Lilith L

“Poetry is in my bones, my soul, and my blood. For as long as my breath is carried from my lungs, I’ll always have my way with words that captivate peoples minds.” -L.L.