With you on the endless dunes,
Beneath the domination of the sun,
The freshwater under the desert
Flows like a shower of diamonds;

And after a day of walking
The night sky is an open question,
And as cold and pure
As the water we found none of;

We won’t see the city;
Our bones will blend with the desert
Some morning, and glide across the dunes
With the same flowing beauty we couldn’t find,
Even as under the patient moon
I sparkled in your fingertips

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-- 12/12/2025

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