We met in the desert that time,
just me and him,
he walked, but I rode a camel.
We started our journeys,
him from the west,
me from the east.
We’d left at dawn,
just as the sun peeped up,
as we plodded across the dunes.
We arrived as the blistering sun beat down.
We did our trading,
and then we left.
Was there a moral?
No need for that…
Just good business.
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Image credit: Pedro Kümmel @Unsplash
This image shows desert dunes with footprints left by humans and animals in the sand. The photographer explains; Under the warm sun, the dunes carry gentle scars of passage, lines and footprints that vanish as quietly as they appear!
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #324 photo prompt.
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