Nomads of the Sands
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How long is long when living in a world of Sand?
Is it when you finished counting all of the grains in your hand?
Or perhaps at the end of watching the sand dancing through the land?
Does it even matter in a place where time is not in demand?

Roaming past memories, forgotten dreams, wondering why...
Do you find any answers in the desert's blazing sky
where there is only the wind and silence to reply
to the truths of the world you'd rather wish to deny?

The blistering heat makes lives learn...
Actions should not have a need for return.
While loneliness may make the heart yearn,
rekindle your lost fires, make them burn.

Harsh is the land, filled with golden grains of Sand
But no words are needed for sadness, loss or rant.
No need for betrayal, lies or secret cant,
only a heart pounding to truly understand

the existence of simple truth, trust and loyalty;
similarity of mind, a shared Soul... A remedy
that sweet or bitter, loved or hated is still necessity
to those who wish to share theirs Hearts for eternity.


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 654 AF.