Destitute lands
a tower stands;
vagabonds rest,
vultures soar high.

Water runs dry;
oasis near.
mirage deceives
desert heat.

Night falls upon
them, create fire;
mend the morale –
tune of the Lyre.

New moon provides
no light but stars
reveal people,
birds – eager feast.

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