As winds from east kiss her eyes
Colors on the veil swirl anxiously
Leaves on date palms begin to stir
And hands grip the curtains tightly
Pebbles outside the tent picks she
As her mind wanders on curiously
Several full moons have passed by
Each night brings a scent differently
Song and dance of the gypsies rises
Besides the dry wood burning slowly
The oasis gleams like a fallen star
And yet her heart lies elsewhere
On the edge of the sands she waits
For the one she loves so dearly
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