Feedback jeder Art In the Dunes

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In the dunes
 
Mild-green stems of grass
bend softly with the wind,
against a cloudy sky
of pale blue and grey.
 
Drift sand lies
and flies
in hills of silk;
they have eyes to see
this humility,
and ears to hear
the nearby sea.
 
And I, and you
are as elves
entering a realm
of perfect,
smiling silence.