[ My home is the sand that tickles your skin, the sun that overhangs your world, and the storms whose wind threatens to tear your flesh.
They will never know each other's company.
And yet they still stand before you, their existence permanent.]
[ My home is the sand that tickles your skin, the sun that overhangs your world, and the storms whose wind threatens to tear your flesh.
They will never know each other's company.
And yet they still stand before you, their existence permanent.]