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Beneath a molten blood-kissed sun
A palm’s width reaching far beyond
To mirage shimmer hope’s respite
Horizon’s passage ever on.
From rocky mount our barren eyes
Count shifting moments in the sand
And on oases pin our dreams
And wish for fruit from faded trees.
From deadened plains we set our path
An unknown journey to embrace
To follow footsteps windswept clean
And hope for things we could not dream.