The desert is white,
On the cool night,
We’re venturing through the trail further
As the moon looks upon me and her,
Both of us enclosed in white,
Awaiting what the night will incite.
On an Arabian palace,
Full of music, friends and chalice,
The dance begins, and logic is lost,
Myself wit emotions crisscrossed,
The friendship a lil tested,
And bonds a lil bested.
But the romanticism dies,
Two moons reveal hidden lies,
Ignored replies,
And people move like clouds in the skies…














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