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There’s not much to say
about you except
How you look like an
oasis in the desert;
something of an
illusion unattainable,
out of reach yet in
the wisps of a dream…
Something drifting
with the sands
In the winds, carried
by sand devils
far from me
Blinded by particles
misdirected am I
Gone in seconds,
miles per hour
Faster than the
eye can see
Just a fragment of
A whisper
A wisp of a dream
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jul 14, 2014
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