In the light of the afternoon sun,
I see the salt desert sand,
An infinite treasure it holds,
Yet, truly a wasteland.
The strong winds blew with purpose,
Kicking up a dust of storm,
Hiding all the knowledge with:
All that was vanished by her charm.
She stood there watching,
With her back towards me,
Draped in a burkha, head to toe.
And yet she was completely free.
Her eyes glistened as drops of dew emerge,
She stood still and watched the universe converge.
In a second, a change she brought about,
Hid everything like a blanket throughout.
And in this blanket she walked away,
And the illusion is shattered and what remains is today.
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