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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.
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.
“Where here is? The moon is bright like hell.” Atro said, narrowed his eyes.
“That is the Sun. The moon light is the slight reflect ray of it.” The man said.
”The brightest star in the heaven.”
“I’ve never seen that one.” Atro said like whispering.
“The thing between you and me, is the very tiny thickness as not the wall.”
The man said.
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