The sand dunes of tomorrow –
Though they shift constantly with the wind –
Are no more forgiving than your diamond eyes.
The stone cliffs of yesterday –
Though they’re slowly worn down by the tide –
Are no more forgiving than your petrified heart.
The earthy faith of today –
Though it may be a consuming fire –
Is no more compelled to quicken than my cindered soul.
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