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The desert sand blows in the wind

                 blinding my eyes

           and chapping my flesh

I stagger along attempting

                    to shield

                    my vision

but it doesn’t do me any good

The wind overpowers me

and forces me down

to be buried amid the clear skis

                   of the Sahara

The Nomads dig grave but

The winds blow the sand back into

            the burial site

I continue to fight my way free

from these Siroccan winds that

       howl so fierce

and I stumble upon a little rose

                   in the sand

I pluck the rose and pin it

                     to my turban

I turn around and continue onward

               with my new found muse