A caravan of camels
That can travel across vast lands of nothingness and drought.
Through excoriating winds it presses,
Carrying within the inner resources to nurture life in the barren expanse.
Dry and thorny weeds that show no hint of mercy
Can sustain it, can carry it to exotic cities only ghosts could reach.
It spits in the eye of opposition, untempted by the jaded mirage
And drinks deeply from the oasis of myth.
Writ & Whimsy 
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