Every grain of sand in microscope
Glitters beautifully...
When you use the eyes of own
They unite in dust, and surely
Lose the perfection of the little crystals...
And many a grain - make the dunes in a vast desert,
And you'll climb them, being drained by thirst, thinking
All about the hot sun above your head...
Only in midnight, when sun is gone -
You may remember about the beautiful music tone,
Which were made by millions of grains of sand,
Singing, while under wind forward they race.
:)
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