Slowly sinking in soft sand
watching warm earth wandering
and torrid sun glowing our heads
air flickering around us
the more we walk, the further gets the horizon.
Where are we going?
Nobody knows.
But if we stop walking,
we'll slowly sink in soft sand.
Sand entering our mouths and ears
and eyes and noses.
If we halt
we'll die slowly
watching the sunshine and the blue sky
and we'll be looking to the horizon.
While life leaves us.
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