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As the golden sun let open its stream so bright
And immersed the drowsy sky in a morning light
Sheen-clad Maenis, astride the rushing wind of north
Chided his flying steed to open wings a-forth
“Fly on Qavnus! For rosy Luqrea has stood,
Her complexion restless, her lovely gaze so lewd
For it has been long since my lustful gaze broke free,
And eagerly ran upon her sweet-scented lea
Where loveliness unmatched, had laid her florid skirt
And embraced my soul in a boundless field of mirthâ€Â
With this, his patience’s thin cord, was set aflame
With heats of wild desires his heart could not tame
His restless eyes denied the benevolent sun
For it betrayed his beloved sheen…………
The whistling wind whispered a song of dismay
The least expensive service of the longest way
Despair is the only heir to impatience’s reign
And once succeeded, it shall burn the soul in pain
© 2008-08-20
(To be continued…)
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