Desert Rose

May 17, 2009
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The sands of ginger and rust fly in the Sahara night
Intertwining with the wind
Being the wrong kind of right
The moon glows ominous white
With the rose in uncommon sight
The only chaotic color
A sight barren for a forbidden place
The soul without an ingrave of your face
The women's liquid movements
Combine with the flowing clothes
Never to let the sun be exposed
She baring the sight is the desert rose

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