A figure loomed over the hills burnt by the sun
had arrived from a distant time and was waiting
He looked closer
fleshy and fragile flower dew and dawn
Among the dusty sand danced
An early music
Sensual
the warrior's mother warned
The wind was coming disrespectful
was to establish the heart
Keep strong
cuddled
The wind had calmed his fury
Running away
eyes new clean
body free to dance
A new sun for her
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