I want to play.

I want to play,
I  want to play in the tropical savanna desert, dancing and shimmering through the silky smooth sand,
The red polished apple breakdancing in the lashing wind.
The black and white striped zebra making its way down to the gentle water stream,
The lonely sand dunes staring at the refreshing stream of water,
Almost as if they wanted to take a sip of it.
The acacia trees swaying in the wind as if a conductor was guiding it.
I want to play.

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