Endlessness of the Sands

Under eternal sunshine
in the landscape of warmth
exist no equals.
Everyone is different
in the endlessness of the sands.

From the hourglass that turns
a new spring dawns
until the sand runs out.
An empty void is created
where earlier there was life.

The darkness and cold
prevents an awakening
on the journey to spring.
Dead is the leaf
that carries me home.

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