white castle
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moving slowlyas the horizonsettles
flicker of lights behind moving tent veilsfireplace can be grasped, reluctantly
as we lie awake in the dark
low voiceswhisperingtea is prepared
all these impressionsfades
as we lie awake in the dark
in the vast space of the mighty desertthe sand grains stuck in your haircarefully brushedaway
as we lie awake in the dark
entering the gate-less gatesof white sand castlesicy watersand mountains suddenly appear in the distance
last lights reflected in your eyesas we fade away in the warmth of the breeze