the illusion

your turban wrapped tight on your head

staying off the cold air you were newly exposed

bringing weakness to frail hands and slight bird bones

yet

you were majestic in your presence

as an Arab king in the heat of his desert land

you were queen of peaceful paths

accepting your time in its limited form

knowing that was all illusion

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