I saw her
lounging under her tree
As I rode by each day at noon
Hair matted, clothes tattered
I would hear her abandonly croon
Her songs of timeless agonies
Litanies of wordless tunes.
Not a penny to her name
A square foot space her throne
A gleam in her eyes arrests me
Acceptance of a fate unknown
They call her mad, but can't they see
Her eyes perceive more than their own!
As I rode by each day at noon
Hair matted, clothes tattered
I would hear her abandonly croon
Her songs of timeless agonies
Litanies of wordless tunes.
Not a penny to her name
A square foot space her throne
A gleam in her eyes arrests me
Acceptance of a fate unknown
They call her mad, but can't they see
Her eyes perceive more than their own!
MS
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