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WHAT IS THE DESERT?
We call you the desert,
But that is only a name.
What really are you?
Are you, as some might say,
Merely a step-child of Nature;
Almost forgotten
In her scheme of things?
A place with mounds of barren sand
Scorched often by the sun,
Cooled seldom by the rain,
A Gehenna to be avoided
By all sensible, living things?
Or, are you, perhaps, a land
Of stark simplicity
Possessor of a fragile beauty
Friendly only to those forms of life
Which learn to live in harmony
With your many moods,
And hostile to all other kinds?
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