When the Sun
looking down the valleys
was subduing
every soul and body...
She was hunting
some kind of dream
inside her,
some kind of memory
that only her
could bring back for the living.

Her eyes she turned
from the burning breath;
her heart there found
a fragile, lonely creature...
With little steps,
the Oryx was
beside her,
and then the Lioness
remembered
her mission for that evening.

Both of them were
two souls in solitude,
being left behind,
finding each other...
They walked then
in a world made by themselves,
and no one else would enter
to make them being not
side by side and sleeping.

But some sad day,
the Nature that was jealous
reclaimed her child,
the little baby Oryx...
So she kept hidden
with mother tears
inside her,
to herself swearing
never again
with Lions have a meeting.

Now the Lioness
knows better what she wants,
as the Oryx Herds
browse by the hills foot...
She only watches
feeling a sea of fondness,
and walking near them,
she remembers
in each, her baby missing.

------- Author's Notes -------

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