Here and there,
But gone so soon,
Leaving footprints in the dunes

Your ship is cast to waves astray,
Vibrant lights in full array,
As plumes of dust connect with rust,
To cleanse the tide of runaways

What is that sound which clings to air,
Where none withstand the winter's bare,
But wolves, ticks and mounds of bricks,
Though softly playing, unaware it breathes,
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