The Maiden Or An Oriental Poem
She would keep her tears in a crystal and silver perfumer,
along with jasmin and rose water.
Whenever she assisted weddings,
she was perfumed with a few drops.
Drops of grief disguised as joy.
Drops of virginal scent perfume;
but in fact, tears spilled.
By the luck of the bride
by her own luck.
Copyright © Francisco Lopez | Year Posted 2019
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