After the eye opening by glimmer of the maiden dawn
Begetting the usual thirst to quench the wanting stomach
In high and dry by blinkers after passing the moonless night
Each uncovering of urns were found brimming with vipers child.
Restless mind chased self being for imbibing the gallon lots
Confronted the deserts plenty in quest desperate of oasis's,
Home returned the simple camel man under thatched care
In hapless state being completely withered by the scathing sun,
Bemused by a host of mists of late winter still left at roof corner
Having concrete gesture to retrieve a soul dejected cooling by.
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