Desert Noon*
The burning sight of shimmering sand
And light, white from a cruel sun.
A dry dusty wind dries my nose
While desert heat invades futile shade.
The light, white intense from a cruel Son
And each breath is a battle won.
The desert heat invades futile shade.
The fight for life is heavily paid.
Each breath a battle won,
My step slows in the softer sand.
The fight for life is heavily paid,
In this most forbidding deadly land.
While desert heat invades futile shade
My step slows in the softest sand
In this most forbidding deadly land.
The dry dusty wind dries my nose.
*pantoum?
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