As we begin our long trek,
There is no turning back,
With the sun in our eyes,
And bothered by flies,
We follow the familiar path,
And suffer the desert’s wrath,
Riding the camel, I can hear its every breath,
Everything else is as silent as death.
My mouth feels dry,
As I look up to the clear, blue sky.
Without a drop of water in sight,
We must go on, even through the night.
The only thing that I scent,
Are the spices’ and perfumes’ familiar fragrance.
We continue our expedition,
To deliver the goods, which is our mission.
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