The dunes are the keepers of emptiness
holding within their folds the echo
of a forgotten silence watching the sun rise
and fall, again
Sand remembers footsteps
but only for a moment—
then exhales,
and the sky swallows them whole
Here, the wind writes in cursive
then erases its own name
with the edge of a storm
No one owns this hunger
but the horizon, who drinks
the mirage like a promise
We are all just travelers
learning how to disappear
into the light—
and then, a shadow
Powerfully penned, Adagio. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.