Apr 2014
Desert sands billow in great open of silence,
The sun is quaking in deep grains of swirling,
Earth and sky are a great pool of indifference,
Even birds have no song in stormy desolation.
The sun is quaking in deep grains of swirling,
Earth and sky are a great pool of indifference,
Even birds have no song in stormy desolation.
(Éire)
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