With the Harshness Of sand, Hot wind blowing ..
Little By Little, Scorpions Every Where ..
The Sound Of The Rattle, Ever Present ..
The Harshness Of Heat, Scorching Through ..
The Mounds Of sand, as Far As Eye Could See ..
With No Water Present, Thirst ever Killing ..
One Step Forward, As I Slowly Progress ..
The Mirage Of Green Pasture, All But A Delusion ..
A Drop Of Water, More Precious Than Gold ..
The Shade Of A Tree, Better Than salvation ..
Brother, The More weary I Get ..
The More I Realize, My Closeness To God ..
As I Wander Aimlessly, From One Dune To Another ..
The More Tired I Get, The More Tired I Get ..
It Is Not Hard To Imagine ..
Why "Islam" ..
"Came" ..
"From" ..
The Desert Of "Arabia" ..
Your Solace ..
The Solitude ..
The Ever Presence Of The Heat ..
The Magnificence Of Dryness ..
With No Life Around ..
Life Nothing But Survival ..
Your Mind Wonders ..
And ..
Your Spirit ..
Seeks "God" ..
Brother ..
If You Can ..
Spend Some Time ..
In The Desert ..
It Purifies ..
Your ..
"Soul" ..
It Is ..
Very Much ..
Like The Fasting ..
Of ..
Your "Spirit" ..
Shae'r
Copyright ©2008 Shae'r
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