The desert,
I long to see,
or it,
longs for me -
An endless calling,
to come,
join the light,
of the sun -
The haunting,
it burns;
the wild-wind,
tosses and turns -
The mountains,
canyons and plateaus,
life's gifts,
to search, to know -
No words of mine, can I find,
to fully bear,
the wonder, the living, the love,
found, out there -
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