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,
        
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        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, -
        
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        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.