Poem: 4-4-2014

A Lune


The dunes shimmer
shifting sands, flowing of time
an hour-glass.

Runes are exposed
tell a story, of civilization
it’s footprint.

Tunes glow through
 the wind, wash away remnants
 clear as glass.

The moon shines
on pale blue dunes, was
it a mirage?

 ©2014 April

Lalarukh Lasharie


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