Crystal sand runs through the shadows of my life
wrapping me in a cloak of watercolored dreams.
The grasses beneath me glimmer as emeralds in the sun
and warm brown earth holds my roots and warms my soul.
Only I and no other knows what light has burned within
I have no answers other than those that cling to me
For in my heart I can sing the song of sparrows
in any manner without prior written permission
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