Hot burning sunshine, Small round, creamy sand piled high, Creatures scurry fast, Danger lurks at every corner, Here live many wild things.
Hot burning sunshine,
Small round, creamy sand piled high,
Creatures scurry fast,
Danger lurks at every corner,
Here live many wild things.
tanka by Vika Rauzina

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