The Search for Sand

I see a figure standing hereHidden within the shadowed hallHead bowed in grief, consumed by fearForetelling how the world will fall. ¬†Beside them one who laughs at deathSets fire to their solemn soulThe spark is lit and fanned by breathOf hurricanes and rock 'n' roll ¬†'Cross oceans red with rebels' bloodWith sights set on a… Continue reading The Search for Sand