You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while… and await the day when they simply get bored and leave, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place.
Desert. My Home.
You became a home for me, where the wind blows straight through.
A landscape of empty sand, unlimited freedom, magical feeling.
The lightness of the feet
The dryness in the voice
The fine lines of the heat
Where with the hand you learn to touch without …
Where you learn to watch but never touch with your hand.
Delicate like peace is …
Delicate like me and you.
Desert. Delicate like desert.
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