Dreams of winds on the dunes
Marram grass whispering
Ravens dancing on the Air
An amphitheatre of sand and grass
The river running down to the sea,
the mountains over the water
Stillness seizes my soul
Quietness touches my mind
A holy land,
A Hajj denied us
Now the summer warmth is in the sun
Nights draw out
Will our pilgrim feet
Be set free? will I walk again
On that precious land?
Will healing return?
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