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the high dunes-Ser Hibardiyan

 the high dunes

-Ser Hibardiyan


through the blazing sands
and of vicious storms I have wandered
out under the sun till my eyes dried out
only to realize I was in which I wondered

although this hourglass may cease
my will to love will not
and be revealed what lies under
these endless dunes we still wander




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