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The sands are slipping
Changing our landscape
As the night winds blow cool
Removing the sun's heat

Still I lay--parched
Yet shivering
I long for the heat
To quench me
Before I'm buried
In your winter sandstorm. 


Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 6/21/2015 11:09:00 AM
The imagery that is presented carries the essence of the statement the author is making and it is a powerful one. Your words speak in a metaphoric voice and supply the catalyst to spark further thought. Emile. #7
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Jaycee Cervenka
Date: 7/15/2015 12:08:00 AM
Emile, I may have thanked you on your page, or I may have changed pages before the reply fully posted, but thanks so much for your wonderful review.