Life, chiseled in stones,
dropped in the wilds to rot.
Winds sift through the sands
and seeds the fragments
without unity, without sense…
Your scent seeps through
the bleeding time.
hours like a heavy droplets
rolls into the void of past.
… sun rises above the horizon.
New life fragile and precious,
vibrates at the edges.
The beads of memory disappeared
In the sand of the desert.
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