My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.
Tag: Sand
Let us not , think too long
We fall
Like careless whispers,
Feathers in the wind.
To a slumber
In an oceans end
To purgatory
In the dancing sand.
Let us not…
Think too long
Hold my hand,
And
My tongue.
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