With the white light of the moon
and the warm sands upon my face
I remember you
I remember the essence of your presence
the chilling of your stare
the light darkness of your skin
true child of ancient deserts
Green jewels in your eyes
dark shadows under them
Garments flowing in the distant winds
this is how I remember you
like the sun
like the desert
and the wind
like my heart
like my love
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