Silk shadows fall, a desert bloom,
Eyes like kohl, dispelling gloom.
A whispered laugh, a gentle hand,
Warm as nights on golden sand.
Spice and fire, a hidden grace,
Moonlit veils, a timeless space.
Arabian heart, a tender light,
Burning softly through the night.
A tapestry of stories spun,
Of ancient strength and setting sun.
She dances like a desert breeze,
Through date palm shade and rustling trees.
The scent of oud, a fragrant sigh,
Beneath a vast, star-scattered sky.
Her voice—a melody, soft and low,
Where secret rivers softly flow.
A strength that whispers, yet stands tall,
An echo answering every call.
From peaks to sea, in dusk and day,
She holds the dawn, and lights the way.
A queenly calm, in silence deep,
Where desert sands their secrets keep.
In every gesture, grace is found—
A timeless beauty, soul unbound.
Desert Bloom
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