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The desert road is wide and bare
The wind moves slow through the patient air
It shapes the sand in curves and lines
Like scripts of old in the earth’s designs
The dunes will change the wind will not
It carves its truth in shifting plot
A voice that says the path may bend
But holds the same till journeys end
You say to walk where no trees grow
Is to learn the ways the lone winds know
That thirst can teach and sun can clear
The eyes of dust the heart of fear
At dusk the sky turns copper-gold
The wind is still the air turns cold
And you have learned in sand’s embrace
That empty roads hold fullest grace