The Desert's Steed
A Song of Sand and Starlight
With eyes like embers in the sun's embrace,
The camel strides, a king of this hot space.
His coat, a canvas tanned by desert winds,
Holds stories whispered where silence begins.
His hump, a treasure chest of life's reserve,
Awaits the oasis, a thirst to observe.
His calloused feet, on sun-baked earth they tread,
Leaving no mark where dreams of water are led.
He kneels with a sigh, a weathered friend,
As burdens he carries, till journeys end.
No whinny or neigh, just a mournful song,
A desert serenade, where shadows belong.
He walks with the moon, a silent, stoic guide,
A ship on the sand, with the stars by his side.
The desert's own steed, a nomad's delight,
The camel, he walks, through endless, shimmering night.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven6 days ago in Fiction
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This was extremely powerful! Loved it!