my roots never grew
i stayed for a little while
then climbed on the first wind
that blew through this soul of sand
my grains turned pale gray
tumbling through this earthen hourglass
alone in the company of droves
of other discarded lonely vagabonds
from what i gathered
love had stopped rooting at the dunes
when i finally got there
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words less spoken 
Wonderful imagery
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thank you Annette xo
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Wow its stunning. Could feel the lines.
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Such a wonderful piece! It will be featured on the FVR blog tomorrow at 5pm BST ❤ Thank you for using our prompts ahead of the Issue III theme announcement.
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much honored and thank you Kristiana xo
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Wow. Strong.
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thanks for reading and visiting friend X
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