Sand Dunes

Poetry

She had dreams.

She had painted the meadows blue

She had tinted the ocean green

But she didn't realize there was more than switching hue

But sure, she had dreams.

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She thought she had dreamt.

She could've whisked through pink fields

She could've floated in apricot sea

Although it wasn't quite an attempt,

Oh, she had dreamt.

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There could be a wilder sphere

But she kept moving in a direct current

Glee is spread other than here

But she's still stuck in the current

Keeps dreaming, but oh, has she learnt?

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She continues dancing with feet buried in dirt

What a fool,

Choosing to wander in a bare desert.