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These days endured of shifting sands,
Moved by the winds of changing times,
The drifting dunes to many lands,
Where we can hear echoes and chimes.
Loud echoes death, for soldiers true,
Soft chimes the faith of innocence,
On seashores waves, erase, renew,
Relinquish none, its arrogance.
Oh where does breath of reason breathe?
Pray tell the light of darkness dim?
It seems we let our angers seethe,
Our chances small, now very slim.
Must all men die to circumvent,
These gusty winds with sand they play?
Exist it seems just to torment,
Small grains of man then blown away.
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Shifting Sands ...
Wandika 2-19-2007
Honorable mention
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