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A scintilla of desire

In the French film

Almost  a thousand feet

A bright pinhole of light

The discomfiting sprocket sound

Girls sleep the shape of dunes

The shifting sands of innocence

In the uncertain distance

Horizon spilled into the sky

The azure

Hard as a mirage

With grains like glass

Where you hoped

For water

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Published March 24, 2021By C S Hughes
Categorized as Poems Tagged dunes, sea

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