Snaking winds
shying contours.
Echoing heat.
numerous suns.
Blinded I stare,
sinking in the dough caress.
Awed, arrested,
I yearn to kill
the resounding silence.
I struggle to shatter to a million colours.
I break a tear
that's immediately peppered with grit
and dissolve.
Patiently I attempt to decipher
the whispers of the wind.
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