Desert Note

There have never been any castles, my dear.
The heights we sought,
they’ve only crumbled.
Our lives were but
beautiful indentations
scribed upon tear-stained sands.

Who knows the ways of the breeze…
Our memories lie in wait to chance.
Mulatto grains,
we drift,
with or without
the need to understand.
Here, I have waited…

For you.

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