She
How common is to bury me in the sands of time?
A missing dime,
A memory that was torn.
With much one comes, and most gets lost in the sandstorm.
The camel you came,
The family who gave you a name,
The companions who you played the game.
When the blizzard ends
One tends
To find a new place,
A new ace.
The wind never totally calms,
But at least you can take your palms
Off your tired face…
Copyright © Marcos Vinicius | Year Posted 2021
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