Singular in the desert
sand etched glass
winds hollow tune
tracks of nomadic feet
faintest of impressions
The vastness
The city, long since gone
holds ghosts
twisting Djinn, spinning Djinn
here is beauty
Here is the emptiness.
Here, possibility
The tracks lead the way
The tracks lead away
The tracks lead away
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