Kwansaba
I see a girl in the mirror
A thing of beauty unseen by all
She weaves poetry, and cooks sublime notions
Paints the sky green, the land blue
Twirls on cliffs, tiptoes along its edges
Drama, risks, thrills, that is her life
A thing of beauty unsung by all.
K.S.Lakshmi
Copyright © Lakshmi K.S. | Year Posted 2021
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