This Woman
She was as raw as the wind to my ears.
An idol next to God.
Excitement for the moment.
Her head inside a nod.
With a smile for the hearts.
Any more was a waste.
All her hair in a pattern.
she had groomed to her taste.
Not as still as a pillar.
Her powers been bound.
With the faith of a lion
not having been crowned.
Just a memory been taken.
A place from the past.
This woman for loving.
Though never to last.
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