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Shekou International School, Eileen Maes, Poetry: Group 3
And as the sand looms in front of me
and the sun drops beneath the horizon,
I brace myself for the sudden cold
that will take over.
But nothing happens.
All I hear is the soft rustle of the wind,
and the grains of sand dancing below my feet.
Scanning the sky for the moon,
I just see twinkling stars smiling at me,
millions and millions of miles away.
I plop myself onto the soft sand,
feeling it’s smooth textures
and writhing them between my fingers with amazement.
And as I fall asleep,
the cold breeze of the night hits me
but I have already sunken into the land of dreams,
thinking about a different time.
A time when this desert
was but a forest
filled with life.
