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Mirage of Sands

 

Castor and Pollux are bright stars this night

as a caravan of camels trek toward the light

An eagle flew away as we reached the desert oasis

I slipped off my saddle to see the beautiful water

What am I doing here?

Why did they give this gift to me?

I flinted my stone to create a spark of fire.

I am headed home again.

 

 


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