I saw a woman with wonders in her hair
She could easily disregard it, braiding them instead
Pushing outside, a halo of brown
Wider than the sun, hurting my eyes
Maybe she was right, braiding it down
Too much of an ego, too little calm
Is it that bad if she don't waste her time?
Is it too scary if she knows what is all about?
The poetry girl, her skin darker than marble
The Portuguese stray, found in Vilnius that month of
A close-minded absence; a little, afraid girl
Wondering why she is the one, though.
Affection of others
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