The Dunes
The sand is so heavy,I runMy eyes, my mouth, sand, I suffer
A ligthhouse, far away
It's brightness attracts me, I see all blanck
Still, the sea, so beautifull, let me be frank
As a mere insect, I follow the light of this lighthouse,
Scares such natural actions
Thirst, hunger, moon, sun, mixture os desires
The sand, soft sand when stepping on, lessons of it emanates
With the wind, God supplicates attention while they sing.
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