There's a sandstorm at my doorstep,
I know there's torrential rain to follow,
I sit by the window,
waiting.
I found some sand in my shoes today,
Reminiscent of all the beaches I've been to,
I held it in my hands, tight,
nostalgic.
My dreams are still made of happy endings,
Even though my brain runs far away
From their very thought,
disbelieving.
Maybe it's all symbolic,
The sand, the rain, the storms,
A message from the universe, waiting to be
deciphered.
Cinder and smoke,
Maybe I'll choke
On all this thought of
destiny.
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