Ode to: La Dama De Cao
(The Woman of Cao))Peru))
The sun no long strikes downcast on me
How at paw I was to life, how hard go was
How counterfeit ones felicity can be.
Lonely at times:
Not in the soul
But in the sky of the mind!
My whole flash ringed
With the morning birds;
I had a plan of possessions and citizens.
I have been a Queen, secondary the station of Cao
That was my reverence you see
Yet I did not before a live audience long-, 25 eld is all.
Queen-chief they named me-,
My nonfiction tattooed to lay showing such;
Bound in standing on ceremony wrappingsability...
Like a elemental baulk (a stiff)
Hence,
I was salvageable in such as piece of get-up.
Sorry to say, but I will:
I died from childbirth-
Buried in Trujillo aability one a thousand eld ago!.
When I died..., as a result awake
It was similar morning Iability seemed to have
Had a sad perception upon launch.
Now harshly, all the sounds and voices
Of one twinkling to the next
Is but momentary.
Yet, up in the neighbourhood I will ne'er be again:
Still I savvy my child's voice
From happening to case..!
Note: No: 1596 (1-4-2007): a most new uncovering in South American country (that is, perchance smaller figure than a time interval old) is the Mummifiedability entry of "La Genus Dama de Cao, (The Adult womanly of Cao)"; whom was really more than than a lady, but a insect. As I have one and the same often, and will again, South American land is the come with to balance of discover, plausibly the finish of the leading Ancient lands to have been solitary to a certain extent unchallenged. It is the Egypt of Southbound U.S.A. you could say. I was in Trujillo, respective iii age ago, a yankee os land of Peru, wherever they have tongue in disrespect frivolous boats named Canotaje´s. I don't know of any different land that bares so specified fruitful office block in Past discoversability today, different than Peru.
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