A Rider In The Hoary Desert...

I am the rider of camel, In the dessert of snowfall, The snowflakes flutter to smooch, The coats of hearts of watcher, Where the sun shines from an angle, Wearing the terrible mask of an dreary angel, Which is called and adored by the mortal, As the tonic to the nocturnal and day to day events, I am a camel rider, can’t travel fast, Through the unpredictable climes of cold and hot, Kicking the stomach of the animal with the hump, Through the dunes of sands frozen to be the iceberg, Remembered the bonds between the coordinate bonds, The civilization is too far, the water is hard, I feel thirst and my stomach is void, While the animal tries to survive with lard, That is covered with duality of life, Stored are the principles those help or hurt, Burnt are those ignorance and we will be safe, My camel may take me or the message to the end, Where the springs of flower adore each heart, The dried leaves are cleared and the peace prevails.