The Color of Eons

camels

 

In the vastest of the eastern landscape,

A ball of orange rises

Bathing sands of time in its brilliant hue.

 

Where Egyptian pharaohs

With their ladies danced

Building monuments that far outlived them.

 

Camels walk, where brave men venture

Religions as old as the ground they tread

Shifting sands with unaltered beliefs.

 

Time rolls across the dunes

Altering life and destinations

Buried stories, deep beneath its crust.

 

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