Like a secret behind hundred frills of fine soft wool,
with a crescent to embrace while longing for a full.
in the sun it shines and gladdens me with a lovely smile,
...
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls, -
my soul totally assuaged as good feelings wash towards the shore.
The waves of the beach gently touches my feet and makes me feel like a foal, -
...
Line on lines…
Akin to straws forming the hay-
Every strike and curve, lends meaning to the piffling bit,
As the silhouette is rendered by the Artist’s lead.
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The Desert And The Gold
Like a secret behind hundred frills of fine soft wool,
with a crescent to embrace while longing for a full.
in the sun it shines and gladdens me with a lovely smile,
my nugget softly buried in a heating crumb pile.
unearth on my lap it appeals to my bleary sight,
my priceless companion in a windy lonely night.
A short-lived episode with a roughly defined arab crack,
as the dawn knocks, I carefully rest it in its comfy sack.
My beautiful ARAB, The Desert and The Gold,
what a befitting outfit for the mother lode.