Snake black bitumen mirage, slithering sleekly over heat shimmered sands glazed flame red,
sketching a lonely horizon attached to azure blue skies.
Hidden lizards fear for their parched flesh
in moisture-less air fired by a zenith sun.
Skeletons bleached bone white.
Not a sound heard on silent air; but
the scream of heat rising.
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