Raging winds descend
Clouds of sandstorms unearthing
My heart in ruins
Throbbing in the dust
Sweeping crumbling walls away
A hollow desert
Reburied traces
Shifting visibility
All at a standstill
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Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
