Echoes Beyond Desert Dunes

Whispers ride on desert winds, afar, Spreading tales of crescent dunes and stars. Yet, in the night, the silence is a guise, For thunder's roll, not storms, but strife's surprise. Horizons vast, where sands and skies entwine, Might they hold peace, where olive branches shine? Hope's tender shoots through history's vast pages, Pray wars' drumbeats soften through the ages.

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