Haiku Poem: Sandstorm

Scorched sand scrapes my face. On a camels back I go. Hope awakes at night. Envision how difficult it would be to survive through a sandstorm. The hot wind in your face, the desert sand scraping your body, and the scorching sun withering you like a dried plant. This is why riding a camel is... Continue Reading →

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