Over the dunes quickly, before they see, as we're jumping into a desert world, untouched like it was before the last century.
Body surfing and tumbling down soft sand hills, free-form running and collapsing, just uncontrolled savage thrills.
Now we want more, and we keep going further into the unknown, like two memory lapsed robots, looking for their old home.
We keep on going and going, wasting every drop of sweat, and just as fight or flight sets, we become desperate, looking for anything remotely wet.
Two Sand angels that fell after getting too close to the sun; fun had it's run, now survival has begun, as we desperately look for anyone.
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Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems
PoetryI didn't know the world I read everyday, had a back page, with links to other mediums, in this metaphorical manifestation of philosophical, poetical mischief. This is a collection of profound poetry experiences, exploring the internal, external, met...
