The waves of words that carry you away

A scorched, blasted, burnt land.
Undulating seas of sand.
A rough palm, standing tall
The screech of a falcon flying over all.

A straight-backed marching parade
has a flag green, black, white and red.
It strode on a street with skyscrapers high,
In a country of cacti.

The city feels very falsetto,
but it as a different essence incognito.
Far deeper than the shopping malls
Are stories of accidental windfalls.

Behind hard eyes of sly businessmen
Are daring dreams of countrymen.
A zeal for flight lead them right
to become billionaires overnight.

From ashes of nothing
Emerged a phoenix, flaming.
With a single, glittering golden eye
It contemplated the city of Dubai.

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