feedback jeder art In the Dunes

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In the dunes

 

Mild-green stems of grass

bend softly with the wind,

against a cloudy sky

of pale blue and grey.

 

Drift sand lies

and flies

in hills of silk;

they have eyes to see

this humility,

and ears to hear

the nearby sea.

 

And I, and you

are as elves

entering a realm

of perfect,

smiling silence.