In the heart of endless dunes, I wander,
Where whispers of the wind softly ponder.
Golden grains dance in the sun’s warm embrace,
Crafting stories of time, leaving no trace.

Beneath the sky, where dreams softly land,
I trace the patterns drawn by nature’s hand.
Each ripple tells a tale of ancient lore,
Of travelers lost and found on this silent shore.

The horizon blurs in shimmering heat,
As echoes of past journeys gently repeat.
Footsteps vanish, yet the spirit remains,
In the silent symphony of the desert plains.

In solitude, I find a quiet grace,
Among the sands, in this timeless space.
A canvas painted by the wind’s design,
Where the soul finds peace, eternally aligned.