Desert
The dry fine dust soflty blows
Thirstily the parched sage survives
The vultures feed on starved crows
Its breathtaking how the wild thrives
The hot day cools to a freezing night
The world slowly drifts to sleep
The moon gives off a merciless light
Finally the beast come out of the deep
Now listen to their lulling howls
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