desert love

When the nightingale sleeps,

she wanders over a shifting desert,

her bare feet in a moving embrace before,

burning hot, the sand won’t release.

She falls, her face kissed by golden grains

that she breathes in with forced affection

until her lungs are full of love.

adventure arid barren coast
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