Sand Poem by Stefan nnn

Sand



A line drawn on morning sands
Shimmers, sussurates, and is erased
By the spice scented scirocco
Blowing deep from the dark heart
Of the desert

Our boundaries too are lost
As we pack the night's belongings
And set one foot
After another
On the road to Al Maghrib al Aqş á

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