~^*^~DESERT WINGS~^*^~
~^*^~DESERT WINGS~^*^~
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Across the burning desert wings must fly
up into the sky
Away from the evil of hot burning fire
into safety it must acquire
~^*^~
Buzzards waiting at the dry end of sand
beckons on a demanding command
Escaping clawed clutches of burning sun
desert wings buries desires on the run
~^*^~
A Blossom Of Peace,
~^*^~The Blue Orchid~^*^~
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