poetry, writing


She dances across the golden dune,

her bare legs, lightly kissed by the sun.

Her body, wrapped in translucent white silk.

She extends her hands to the skies,

fabric floating freely in the breeze,

appearing as if she has wings.

Her raven hair rides the wind,

and dark eyes pierce through.

A picture of beauty and grace,

upon hot desert sands.

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