Far beyond the
desert land
As one may travel along
the sand
To a distant land
With a camel and a
empty jar
Across the sahara
sand
For every step he
takes
It is if he was to
fall into a lake
For the heat of the
sun and dusty sand
Gives his tiers
head a spin
AS he stand on boiling
soil
He pleads and prays
for nothing else
But a cool breeze
And water for him
and his beast
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