The sweet song of the sand

May 16, 2012
Sand was never known to be a cultivated land
But to admired in some big hand
To be crumble on while being step on
To be build up and act upon
Oh humans
Why do you torture nature?
And leave it to suffer
But just remove your weapons away from the sea and sand
Because the sweet sweep of the sand
Is where I would stay in my last of days

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