The leftover yoghurt in the wine glass

Dries gradually on its clear walls

Its surface, thick ad creamy,

Is cracked- a quake hit ground

The ridges cut zigzag

Like fluorescent lighting strips

That whip down an angry sky


Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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