The hot sun sits
unsated on our skin,
My desert rose,
just one or two steps more.
In land of sand and sea,
there’s loving.
There’s living
in the name
of myrth and myrrh.
Death and Laughter
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the fragrance writer 
Life can be so cruel like an unsated scorching sun
Oh to reach the land of love and life, overflowing with gladness and unrestrained fragrant rejoicing
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