(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Mirage Of Bishara

Everchanging sands, cruel and fickle;
She rests in shaded desert trickle
Singing beneath those swaying palms,
Ancient hymns, the antique psalms.

Burning under Arabian skies;
The hopeful, gleaming, chestnut eyes;
Her hands extending dusty water,
I love thee, fiction's desert daughter!

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