Old Woman
The little grey woman stood
old and strong and brave,
as her fingers moved agelessly
and effortlessly, spinning her
years away like playing
a violin in the hot sun,
parched by the grayness
of the day
embedded in her skin
a cloud of red,
clashing strongly
against the grayness
of her skin.
Time went on as
The grey woman
Spinned away,
Creating nothing
That has not been
Seen before. Creating
Herself in a cloud
Of greyness…..
Silent no more.
The little grey woman stood
old and strong and brave,
as her fingers moved agelessly
and effortlessly, spinning her
years away like playing
a violin in the hot sun,
parched by the grayness
of the day
embedded in her skin
a cloud of red,
clashing strongly
against the grayness
of her skin.
Time went on as
The grey woman
Spinned away,
Creating nothing
That has not been
Seen before. Creating
Herself in a cloud
Of greyness…..
Silent no more.
Silva Redigonda
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