The Gypsy Weaver: Magic Carpets of Sand

In the heart of the desert
Wisdom is an oasis
On the pathway
of every caravan
Lives, a carpet ride
above the burning sands
There is no escape
From raging dunes
We were not meant
to be awake
Under the sun
It is as if the men
That come and go
Are in a tug-of-war
Carpet tassels
Floating in the wind
Tied to each other
Each pulling towards
its end in vain
A tapestry of life
But as for me
My carpets are
not meant to fly
I weave them here to stay
Seek refuge in the sand
Woven into desert land
Without its grains
the desert would not be
But in its being,
grains of sand are free
To make their way
Across the dunes
To wander for eternity
Without constraint
That’s how we’re meant to be

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Character: 49/100