Sandstorm
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.
6/11/2015
Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015
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