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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