I am desert, desert of memories,
Like golden artifacts, memories
Precious buried on the sand forever traveling.
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Agony is the breeze,
That constantly
Through my skin pierce.
When the night is young,
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The last days, old and frail.
When death's lullabies lure me in
And the tears kiss the ground no more
But grey cloudy eyes, and yes!
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From where the sun rises,
As black as charcoal
A veil in heaven covers
The glowing face in the sky,
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Tell me,
Oh, tell me please!
Dont deny me
The eloquence of thy incantation,
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Paralysis like the bite of a viper
Without mercy
Holds you prisoner
And traps you in its web
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Great Ancestor!
The mighty fig tree on the fields.
They say they want to behead her
For her shade kills the maize crops.
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Standing outside
She can smell
The cool air seeping through her nose
Gladly feeling the intoxicating
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Tears have welled in the
chambers of my eyes
From the years gonebye sorrow
Like rain doth collects in ponds on a summer rain
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