Blankets Of Sand

The desert’s silence holds ancient whispers

The secrets of the forests and civilizations

It has covered in its funeral shrouds. Undertaker,

Showing deepest respect,

Whispering to wailing winds,

Shhhh shhhh shhhh,

Here is not the place for lament,

Sharing visions of water

On the empty thirsting horizon

Speaking softly with a hand on your shoulder

Go back to your city. Haunt the walls

A bit longer. I will come for you.

When your feet are too heavy to drag through the sand, you will become the sand

And I will tell you what I know.

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