Guide me to travel
Across the metropolis of your heart,
For I'm naught but a bedouin
In this city of love.

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As the orange seed
Burries itself quickly
Into the earth's bossom
My Bedouin heart
Longs to be free
Of worldly maelstrom
To make it thus far I did seek
Verily I to myself I must say
Its halfway into the week
So? Happy Hump Day!

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A gypsy soul conforming
To a Martinet world
She'd love to run wild
But her muzzle sports a Ramrod

Wanderlust dragonflies in that Bedouin belly
Held back by glass coated 'manja'
You notice those brains turn jelly
Yet question her love for 'marula'

3rd July 2020

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You felt like home and while I tried to come in, realised I was happier as a Bedouin.

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Petra
They say great treasures are still to be found
The city of Petra way underground
Stories and legends carved in the Stone
Of the Nabataean builders who called it home
Now the dust of time fill her catacombs
Whilst the Bedouin sleeps within her carved out rooms
What mystery does great Petra hide
Where modern Man has never stepped inside
Only ghosts now hold her secret past
And the Bedouin scrapes a living from the dust

Chris O'Malley

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A parched Bedouin in search of an Oasis......

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