Little Dreams of Her

Just wiping off her feet from dust sagging down;
From paths lone, she knew not would take !

Sitting still, millions of bill slate -
Worried not, wrought not, she barely breathes.
Watching her life story shushing slowly past.

Beware the still gentle mind,
Whilst tomorrow may it explode.
Tread as light as a feather,
Howsoever she arrives an impasse.

But tomorrow,
Let her rise up on a new dawn
For a pristine path, however !!!
For the nonce, be still,
Let the waters glide past
And dight the soles up.
Lest her worries
weigh her steps down !!!

Written by: Gracie Pooman (@graciepooman)

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