Sand

A desert with no life but scorpions
coming as a swarm, as a flood
with an abundance of deadly stings...
one for every remembrance
one for every comforting echo of the past
for blithe days of hope turned sour.



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Mandeville V. Rogers, Gregory Curtis Bates, Lynn Hutton
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