A Lady and a Girl
A fair lady wandered from
the scent-less garden, leaving it with a weary
heart; she took her breathe and left. The garden
was cool of her and stayed fresh all day, but
when she grew tired, she found not the rhythm
of which she might have been able to give.
A fair lady wandered from
the scent-less garden, leaving it with a weary
heart; she took her breathe and left. Wherever,
she looked for fun, ‘cos it moves her, yet
the garden has no idea, how and when
and where she should dwell.
In a place, somewhere in her mind,
where her love got lost,
a girl chanced upon her, with a story
to tell: “In the olden days, Queen sneaked
away, at night
to swim the sea of fire. She fell in
And got tangled. Now,
the prize
which her King asked
to set her free,
from guilt, was a simple vow that she should always
sharpen-- the King’s sword, whenever she went out”.
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