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The wind appears like a cry 

from the far away desert.


The desert is a voice arriving 

to the coast city.


The radiant sun is the glow 

above a sand hill.


Jade Sun

the rays of poetic realms of dreams.


The wind has the sand from the desert, 

The memory of the sun of jade.


A man is looking up to the sky

on the sand hill.


It blowing to the spots 

here and around in the city,

coming from the far away desert.

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