Let this woman
Be like a wisp of
Cotton...
Burning in the fire of passion
Unto oblivion,
Soaking in the water of tears
to ripen
Unto vigour,
Dragged in the winds of change
and sands of friction
to remain white
with a puff of breath
and a form so intact,
Carrying the scent of the earth
Through the roots
she stemmed from,
Flower of a wormy soil
Wrapped on a beautiful body..
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