Scorching Sun
The simmering haze of the indistinct Horizon
Shining skin;
Fierce nostrils of the black Horse runnin'
Burnt silhouette of the Wild Bedouin
Free...
Calm Oasis her eyes
Luminous fragile Mirage, a hopeful emprise
O Bedouin! O Freedom!
O night smiling!
Her soft breathing by my side;
Her secret smile like a child
The soft unintended touch
Intended, yet not such
Can she hear me when I beckon
Sweet nothings, kisses, deepest feelings I reckon!
She bends and laughs
Quite as the blade of a grass
As it bends when the first morning dew drop
Touches, Kisses and embraces the leaf top
Lone Traveler, the endless river...
Flows forever and ever and ever...
Actually Galloping across
Scorching the sun;
Cold away, here it is, summer has come!
Sometimes the Sun smiles;
else his might, spans for miles...
times there are the waves rise
then falls down, seems like in guise
the black horse gallops
across streams, through forests, many loops
the far horizon nearer does it reach
while he strides swiftly across that beach!
Free he is, head held high
with the wind his mane does fly
Reaches that river
joins the sea, doesnt flow forever
the rays of the sun sparkle
now cascade, down the stone does it trickle.
The little drops of dew
on those blades of grass a few
shines away the light
holds onto the leaf tip tight..
Fear of being lost
worse than being engulfed into frost!
That blossoming bud embraces it
shadow it is; the World around so lit
a mirage of colors so bright
all together, everything just white!
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