The Desert of Wadi Rum.

Birth of our sun brings a sweltering heat,

The echo of the desert brings a silent beat.

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The long journey through the dunes of sands,

Is felt grain by grain through our feet and hands.

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She smiles on you wth a torturous burn,

The dry winds spread, it’s water you yearn.

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The slow voyage flowers from hardship to calm,

She’s old and rough but she means no harm.

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The day gently falls putting out its light,

To uncover the diamonds of the desert night.

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