Storm of sand

You don’t understand,

For this place is a storm of sand,

Weathering your skin to parchment in its wake,

Hold tight & don’t let go

Otherwise, you’ll be engulfed within its whirlwind/turbulence,

Dragged off!

Never to be seen of again,

Now- look at me, I did not surrender;

I held on until my time came to an end,

The storm did pass,

And I could stand up once more to face the day again,

Evidently, I was left battle-scarred

But I still remain (as the song goes) a remarkable work of art,

Like you!

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