Each grain a whisper of ancient seas,
Carried by winds across distant lands,
In deserts vast, where time expands,
A tapestry of eternity unfurls with ease.
Softly shifting, in the dunes' embrace,
Stories whispered in each tiny mote,
A history is woven in grains remote,
Where footprints vanish without a trace.
From shore to desert, a silent dance,
Where tides of time forever roam,
In each grain, a secret home,
A memory held in every chance.
Oh sands of time, relentless flow,
A symphony in grains of gold,
Were stories ancient and untold,
In the desert, whispers go.
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Eliani Suarez
Writing poetry allows you to explore the realms of creativity and imagination. It encourages a play of words, metaphors, and symbolism, enabling you to craft vivid and imaginative worlds.
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