Three beautiful Mongolian women, exotic,
mystical, dark eyes. Bodies swaying,
each playing a Mongolian instrument
called a Shnaz.
The women and their moves, mesmerizing.
The music they are playing a delight.
Were I a young man, I’d want to go
to Mongolia and meet a beautiful
Shnaz playing Mongolian woman tonight.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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