Near The Sands - 1

Near The Sands - 1 March 17, 2020 On that tiresome voyage Our ship could not find the passage To reach any of the ports Or even to be near the sands, The wind was blowing with less power Passing our times hour after hour, Some long-winged birds were flying Still, there was no sands' sign, Then the ship crossed a moderate cyclone And came into a calm zone, The sun was seen over the ship We somehow wanted to cover our trip, The day was fully clear No snow, fog or mist there It was near the big red sunset Some nautical miles away we saw the sands.