Walking through the vast expanse,
Of The Great Desert of life,
Where Silence reigns supreme,
I sought refuge from the clamorous world,
In the heart of the desert's silence.
No language did I hear,
Nor words did I speak,
As I wandered through the endless desert,
The unwritten tale of a traveler's creed,
Unfolding 'neath the fierce sun gazing me.
Upon the shifting dunes, a story told,
In tracks of camel's long march,
A language ancient, yet ever bold,
In the desert, where words aren't heard.
No pen nor parchment here, to write,
But tales engraved in sand,
A narrative pure, filled with wisdom,
In this vast, mysterious Great Desert.
So let me roam this Great Desert,
Where language finds its home,
In whispers of wind and tracks to trace,
In the desert's silent travelog.
MyKoul
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