Desert Rider
Riding and spurring forward,
in a plain of sand and dust,
No place for any coward,
to the horizon all is rust.
In the golden and yet all barren,
cutting through the yellow sea,
riding vast across the ocean
towards where water will go and be.
Flying through the garden of cacti,
those green and thorny leaves,
never will properly dine,
till found what truly need.
Speeding and surging forward,
in a plain of sand and dust.
A place for heroes, not cowards,
towards where water will go and be.
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