In the jittery rays
Of the passing light
Shadows
Most of the unforgiving landscape
Yet now are so serene
It is but a paradox
Waterless and parched
Would I love on to see another dawn?
Or does it mean the setting would be my last
Either ways
The lights are pretty
So is the sky
Painting my face in overlaps
Of distant dried cactus and dunes
In a pleasant wake
Of today's ending
Crossing along the Gobi.
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