Beneath the sand
lays a sleeping chant
of ancient voices
once belonging to great beasts,
hunched-back and fire,
but sought the East and West
and ceased to find it.
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
SLEEPING SAND
Beneath the sand
lays a sleeping chant
of ancient voices
once belonging to great beasts,
hunched-back and fire,
but sought the East and West
and ceased to find it.
