@@ Who asks the sand,
Going too far into the vacancy of place,
Like the glass recalling its future,
tumbler by tumbler
But when counseled,
He frowns,
Seeking protection out in the desert,
Averting the wisdom of nature.
A reckless, heedless sand that
Does not listen to those
Who explain it sorrows,
It gulps down its thirst in full,
Then occupies the house with the
Audacity of an invader,
And be on the verge of crying
For loneliness is so intense.
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