in the dessertsand
do i stand
with my skin tanned
wondering if in the dust
can i wander in trust
without being fussed
i walk my feet their way
while at rest i lay
what in my head may weigh
in the sand i walk
eyes sharp like a hawk
my own shadow do i stalk-
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