The sands of times
Drift over me,
Covering and hiding
Me from being seen,
In the shadows of Pharaoh’s
And under the watchful sphinx
I lay down in sand that covers me deep
I lay my body down here to sleep
Under golden grains feeling like filigree
I don’t even worry if I can breathe
As I wait for the sandstorm
To let out its powerful roaring cry
Sand dunes hide where I lie
As I feel the end is drawing nigh.
fauxcroft 
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