POEM: Color in the Scrublands [Ottava Rima]

Up high and dry on a desert plateau,
where robust patches of grass dot bare soil
and rare oases form a green tableau
while desolate sands will not storm or roil.
The rippling temple flags, their color shows,
contrasting colors concrete as gargoyles.

The scrubland's beauty is without dispute.
Here flags and flowers colors won't dilute.

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