Beneath the sun’s soft, golden flame,
She bends, a whisper in the sand,
Her breath becomes the desert’s name,
A fleeting bloom, by silence spanned.
Ivan in Abstracts
Beneath the sun’s soft, golden flame,
She bends, a whisper in the sand,
Her breath becomes the desert’s name,
A fleeting bloom, by silence spanned.
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