The man in the oasis had a flute in his hand.
Was he a pied piper playing alone on the sand.
A storm was on its way, the desert clouds of dust!
Which tune was it? His mind was sorting the past.
The scorpion on the ground ran to find a hiding place
The rock that was there was the only saving grace.
An old desert song was lurking in his thoughts
And the scorpion underneath was looking for the slots.
Divine was the flute and the sound was magical.
The wind calmed down , the air was surreal.
Kept on playing the flute until the desert moon shined
I belong here said he, and the desert has a mind!!
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Beautiful ! really enjoyed this :) reminds me of nights out in the desert with the local Bedouins playing drums and flutes.
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