Such a beauty standing there white flowers in your jet black hair. Starry dreams within your eyes , the kind that make young men’s spirits to rise.
Golden brown skin young and unlined and a smile that could the sun blind.
In you grasp a leaf shaped fan. That fan is the envy of many a young man. There you stand in your dress of green, unaware that you are the most glorious sight that anyone has ever seen.
Gently you glide through life free as a bird for now , not yet anyone’s chattel or wife.
A few years on some of your sparkle gone, you have had to learn a new song.
Invisible ties hold you down your wings have been clipped and you are tethered to the ground.
Your sparkling eyes are now cast down, yet you still look stunning in your golden gown.
Your lustrous hair still your crowning glory your eyes more than your lips tell your story.
No longer the leaf shaped fan of your youth you carry now the woman’s fan of truth.
This poem was inspired by the work of CongQuocHa
you can find more of his work on his blog http://congquocha.wordpress.com/gallery-4/#comment-267
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