The dust blown hallowed soul — the landscape — crowned by an emerald blue sky — a hue reflected in the limpid pools. The shoreline of white sand, covered by the occasional stalactite clusters of High-rises, though, even this does not seem out-of-place. The white sands shimmer like jewels in the light of the sun — for they are the fortunate ones. This land — the sublime — summons tears to soothe the dry globules of the eye. The…
