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Sea of Dunes
The sun was newly risen above the Earth his heated smile warmed amber desert sands. The grand landscape resembled barren lands as sepia grains were slathered by rippling waves That's what I would see through blurred vision, the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage The Sea of Dunes was tinted in maple honey tones but bore no trace of boat, of oar, nor whale bones It held no aqua fathoms of unmeasurable depth and its ripples were not waves washing to the shore Not one leviathan leapt at me from pages of lore No lush oasis to be found in illusion before my eyes, nor cool stream to quench my weary traveler's thirst These Eastern dunes held no date palms for a feast nor shade from which my life could be reimbursed or gulls seeking herring, for I heard no hungry cries Here, the moon did not control the ebb and flow No tides except those guided by Mariah's breath Her harsh winds blow without a wit of warning, and scorpions do not fear drowning in an undertow No sailor's widow need weep in weeds of mourning In vast hummocks of golden glimmering sand would I find myself living sorrowfully chagrinned Lost and confused while the sun burned my skin Circling the shores of this scorched desert sea Parched, 'til death chooses to steal life from me
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