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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