What does she mutter to the lady beside her as turns on the radio?
A delicate old song, unwinding memories coiled in the untold reaches of her being.
She giggles, bangles tinkering at the resistance to withhold her joy.
She's partly dreamy, partly dazed;
That's now a woman laughing unfazed!
There's a tinge of blush letting her skin glow,
The hustles once she heard when she received letters has made her time go slow.
She lived in her memories and loved in her unruly today,
Like the sky interwoven in pink and blue, holding hands in daze...
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Love Song of a Lady Bird
PoetryJust as seasons flow, so does the phases of a woman.a touch to smile and an embrace to rejoice- what does she look for in the close details of intricacies?
