Sand is together
Against you
Walls at the front
Behind
Besides
All around you
And who knew it plucked away
The sound
And chewed
Replaced it with the sun
There are drifts of trees here
Certainly
But it seems
Only me
Only one
With a cool flick
Of rains returning
To seed a few more
And there's more
To be here suddenly
Made dapple of the floor
I dabble wanderworthy
Firm and swarthy
I play a thunderclap
A sword
Sand together returning
Always burning
But not a bit as much forsworn
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