Enigma you thought, but it is just the mist
giving way to dew drops
to brighten your day
The river is gushing, in rhythm
lending you cool comfort and joy
hiding away from you, the highs and lows
When the dark clouds loom large
the sunshine prises itself out
to paint a silver lining
Burning bright, it is fiery sometimes
instead it ensconces you
in its warmth and glow
******
Borrowing the song from the wind,
the paddy fields hum to her delicateness and gentleness
In the yonder, the hills watch in happy silence, and pride
the valleys echo the spirit of her endurance
******
I am your World
all-encompassing and in every form
My name is Woman
Mar 8, 2007
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2 more thoughts:
Whooa, woman! This verse is something else. Love the underlying current of tenderness.
Prat:
Thanks. :)
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