Her dour persona withered like tealeaves
under the heated rays
while her hands enlarged like the horns
of a mystic unicorn
the heart of a newborn baby leapt
into her barb-wire bossom
digging and pawing into her jailed dreams
speckled-spotted rawness unfurled
her true essence
her caged moans and groans
alas heard beyond the trampled hilly mountain sides
melodically breathing for the first time
after a tear-blotted decade of tragedies and plights
ravished by her aching thoughts and breaking spirit
tender is she now
her sour sulleness
her howling harshness
her glib gloominess
all vanished with the whispering calling winds
passionately embracing her bluest blues

Copyright 2004 by Marion Coleman Brown
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