The Buddhist Woman
In the middle of a hot summer morning
upon my return from the beach
throngs of people trudging through
on a busy Sunday, by the water quay
My heart so heavy laden that it doesn't speak
heart breaking beauty that I can only see
she walks by in a tilly hat and shiny eyes
the scent of incense clinging in mid air
I wanted to follow her down the paved path
but I had to go, and I couldn't follow
so I quietly came home to my quiet little house
with weeping walls and windows closed
It was a summer morning like many others
except for the Buddhist woman
her smile, her scent, gave me serenity
she stopped me on my tracks,....
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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