'My heart seems to know
to see these buildings glow
for in this place years ago
a desert archipelago
in its valleys and natural sands
Bedouins roam this ancient land
playing lyres and piping songs
beneath the stars all night long
harping their sweet serenade
as they rest under the oasis shade
and with moon in-between their hearts
a forgotten era of timeless art.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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