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Sep 2014
standing within the swirl
of stars and worlds
and water and wind
made from the very same, sand
Bedouin Tribes have licked;
riding Camels eating sheep s eye s
and burning their dung for fire
sheltered by canvas sitting on rugs
and sweeping unwanted sand
out their tents and world.
Written by
nivek
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