Monday, January 30, 2012

A Women in Black

A women in black, she lived in a farm.
Alone and so old, she was missing an arm.
Beauty she lacked, the kind you can see.
But she had a heart, so lovely and free.
Children would fear her, this women in black.
Clouded by darkness, and the knowledge they lacked.
Day after day, she spent all alone.
Dreaming of friends, she could call her own.
Every morning she'd wake, and sing out a tune.
Ears that could hear her, wouldn't judge her so soon.
For she had a voice, unlike any other.
Forever longing, to be heard by another.
Got to know her, a few years back.
Greatness she was, this women in black.

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