Fox Footprints/Tribute
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Tribute
The shadows of the camels are longOn the parched ground.
The weary shuffling feetMake no sound.
Through clouds of yellow dust.The city lies
Turned golden to the wearyRiders' eyes.
They shall find welcome thereFrom princely men
For the sake of their frosted vaseOf porcelain.