The embers of the day
On the wanderers
On the travelers
On the seekers
Have you listened to the singing dunes
Of the deserts of this world
The notes that the hot winds sending
Through the fine yellow,
The song that describes the secret
The place where the
light beings express themselves?
The desert falcon circles
Over singing wanderers
At the glistening horizon
There he must be, the wise guardian
Those who found him found
Also themselves and have remained.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 03/05/2021.