A perfumed street...one evening...holy and wild...

Like pink roses
Getting as dressed
With perfume french
The street becomes
A journey small
A gain
Before
Towards
More
Of
Wild on
One
Undertakes...

And the horse's hoofs
me hears
Like marks
Made
Several thousand years
Ago...
The hills up
Trodden...
Rode
Through
Muscular
Warriors
Rushing into
The wild
Without fear...

A strange man
Versus wild
A survival...

Perfumed
Wild
With lot of muscles
Pulling in...
Burdens...

Holy that
Is that not?
Living fearless...
Surviving the wild
And finding perfume of Her
Right there?
As if Artemis
Standing too close
Too near?

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