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.

by Olabode Famuyiwa

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