Queen Nefertiti
I chased her down the days and down the nights. I chased her in my youth and through the years. I chased her to the stars and in the myths of cosmogony. I chased her in the labyrinth ways of my own mind. And with my chisel I chased her in African mahogany.
But, in the mist of tears could not find the beauty that was Queen Nefertiti.................
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