Every grain of sand fallen,
Is an eternity.
Sand better off lost. No matter the pitfalls.
Intolerance… Produced as a result of the tone set by one’s skin.
At times… Ferocity towards this subject is exuded by our kin.
Yet, they dare never utter the word
R A C I S M
Blood is made up of water, so what is more important?
Complexion is a problem.
Love reigns regardless.
These souls bonded together because of a promise.
A promise, to remain true and never wander into the outer edges of doubt.
To never let judgment be clouded by word of mouth.
Above all, these spirits form a union unconditional while getting lost in the sands whirling in the back.
This union, eleven minutes of beauty as everything fades to BLACK.