Lady
She sits amidst crowd
but her reflection singles her out
she stands and eyes dances
the sways of her hips,a song on every lips
Files falling from hands
heads colliding with chest
it is the power of her presence.
the colour of her skin
is like a shinning bronze.
Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2016
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