Here the hot desert wind moans a song
that no one knows how to utter. Lost
centuries ago and known only to the sand
that forever keeps secrets.
Pyramids buried deeper than memories
full of riches crafted by ancient hands
where all the planets were mapped
under the sky full of pin points.
Where the caravans have crossed
early in the morning before the sun
could convect in its full wrath
desiccating everything under its gaze.
This is where I will find a moment
for the deepest contemplation
and now in this day and age this land
contains both conflict and resolution.
At least the hope of one.
Honorable mention
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