Sahara by Immer
Hot of the hell, no shadows
The sand and stone, the petite dust
The dry out landscape a sand dunes
A silent and untiring killer
A marble mountain is bury of sand
Sometimes oasis � little paradise
A chameleon is in a hurry to shadow
So as scorpion incorruptible cannibal
A flood of sweat flowing down over body
E few drops of water remaining in the pack
A camel kneeling down of tiredness
And a bleary eyes gape at heaven
A death arrivaling � a last spasms
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