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The Small Petite Woman

A small petite woman walking in the darkness,

Passing by the lights of the city which she considers a mess.

She has left it all behind- the power, the glory,

She is tired of framing her own life’s story.

Frustrated with her acts that she so dubiously played,

She now walks alone, her hair no longer tied in a braid.

Losing the sense of this world, she wants to be who she really is,

She has said goodbye to her past with a gentle kiss.

She is just starting to accept her real self with no pain,

She is walking in the darkness with no strain.


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My Soul Walks!

Incognito to the whole wide world,

My soul walks on the parched soil,

Looking for that drop of sacred nectar,

Looking for the path,

Searching for the mysterious ways,

That governs my soul.

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