Lips smudged in the charm of her soul
Speak a sweet tongue only the gods know of,
Away from the Nile into her heart…
The parched pine for her reach lives on,
Her myrrh scent tames the sirocco’s child,
A Taureg walk into the depth of her shore
Brings all, cures all and sees years through.
The golden Saharan sands gashes her walk,
Not two, not four but an infinity of eyes peek
As the blue sun of night sings her praises
A mere mortal though she is, she is a goddess among queens.
Speak a sweet tongue only the gods know of,
Away from the Nile into her heart…
The parched pine for her reach lives on,
Her myrrh scent tames the sirocco’s child,
A Taureg walk into the depth of her shore
Brings all, cures all and sees years through.
The golden Saharan sands gashes her walk,
Not two, not four but an infinity of eyes peek
As the blue sun of night sings her praises
A mere mortal though she is, she is a goddess among queens.
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