- Erotic Poetry
- The Vizier's Treasure
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(an interlocked rubaiyat)
As golden orb doth flee and enter night
With stars to haunt the sands that fall glass height.
A rider pounds the dunes with focused mind
Before the last small grain condemns the light.
A bet befell that one who's so refined
Could ride to Mersin be they so inclined
And back again same day to claim the dream
To take the Vizier's treasure, naught to bind.
Six horses flew on wings of rushing steam,
But as the light fell weak on its last beam,
Not boots, but skirts came running stairs' last flight
To claim her prize -- the Vizier's daughter's cream.
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