Trekking through the desert’s shifting dunes, I heard the hushed verses of time itself. The endless expanse of golden sands held secrets of forgotten civilizations, inspiring me to pen verses that danced with mirages and ancient echoes. The desert’s relentless sun and vast emptiness seemed to strip away the unnecessary, leaving only the essence of existence. Amongst the undulating dunes, I found inspiration in the solitude, where the whispers of the sands spoke of eternity and the endless cycle of life.
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