Keeping secrets we never know,
Many went and had lost their ways;
Rich merchants and camels in rows,
Silence is like a scary beast.
Sand storms and circulating winds;
Land of dunes and fading cries,
Unanswered voices are constantly dying.
Life is scared to take it’s abide.
Rain hardly thinks to take its ride.
Day is wilder under stocking sun.
Sand doesn’t let any tree or plant
Vastness seems infinite;
Evil conquers it in a gloomy night.
One who stays in it, will risk the life.
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