Each night I dream of sand…sand
Spherical, satiny, warm…sand
Milky dunes of respite
Undulating cloudships sail blue wave’s o’erhead
Palm fronds rustle in breeze inflected harmony
“Life…not strife” caresses me in…sand
‘T is then I awake to cold, coarse world
Despairing that my nocturnal utopia
Hadn’t a “grain of truth” to it
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