The Egyptian heat
Mountains in pastel-like shades of
Pink like youthful horizons
The clouds are a collection of mountains
The mountain camel is perched on
A man raises his hand to the crowd
Leather under soles to his feet
One man laying on his side
The gathering of some apex
The camels heads point to their
Demarcations
A leather bag, a pot held
On her shoulder in her shade
That they are made of clay.
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