The Quest
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The Quest
In a land arid and sparse,
A sculptor with nothing to craft
All with his tools, he is alone
Away from his atelier,
In the quest for a stone
Wanderlust has taken away by the wind
Thirst persists though he is stubborn to rewind,
Wrapped in the sand, storm blinded his way
Nothing could stop him, he moved on,
In the quest to win his bay
Eyes traveled far, aspiring to delight
Seems his travel ceases on that sight,