Wind Cheetah

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Her with moon trodden plow
Herds of African cows
Grazed on her beauty
Fragrant and pale

Young once youthful still now
Muse to the willow and ploughed
Fields arched with orchids
Blooms of the stars

Day whipped his black dray
Opaque orphan of Ring
Myrrh coated rider
Guider husband to Matron the King

Streams of yellowy mud
Run to the one that I love
Chained to the cha
Chalice of night.

 

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A Beard of Stars