Arid deserts.
Burning hot.
Sun beats down.
No town in sight.
Frightened of dying in midday heat.
A long lost traveller.
Family in tow.
Waiting for tomorrows.
That never seem to come.
Beaded sparkles.
Heat on backs.
Forward moving.
Dusty tracks.
Not dusky maidens.
Nor handsome chaps.
Little ones on escapades.
Halcyon days may wait in front.
Hell on earth left far behind.
Out of sight.
Out of mind.
Waywardly wandering.
Scavengers hover overhead.
Waiting to salvage the once walking dead.
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