Gandalph the Desert Poet: Stolen Hours

First. There was the sun. Above all there was the sun. Smiling from a limpid sky And warming my crustacean back Then. There was the sand. Comforting and crumbling underfoot. Running through my hands and feet And folding round my battered limbs. And. There was the sea. A flat and pale sea. There was... Sign in to see full entry.