Frail
Every dune set a windless descent
when we let it
No moon a path without us
Crafted perfection no dents
Turning windmills required
our smiles
The wind's own motion felt you...
uncovered
...you left me,
unsound and frail
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2019
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