lovely woman
Stands at turn of roads
Which way will she go
Legs akimbo and head down in
thought
How will this beautiful flower grow?
Her head has memories of
Silver clouds
Sunlined days ago
And inside her a sweet little girl
Dares not let go.
Ruefully her mouth
Makes a brave little moue
The road behind was long
And if she could have reached this far ahead
Why the rest should be
A song.
(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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