Namib

I am called Namib.

I am where there is nothing,

I am the hollow between the branches in winter –

I am a dust-filled sneeze.

You who traverse the sand dunes,

Walk carefully through the grains because they are all that is left of me.

My mountain seems to carry a song into the heart of a young girl in the North.

She sees the house filled with sand and cannot help wonder

About the ones who lived here before.

 

Such is the fate of the Namib.

Effluvient, laughter, red rain,

Sky.

Where there is nothing,

I am the king.

I possess all.

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