She is woman and child -- holy and wild
Her smiles hide the secrets of the waning sunset;
Sadness swirls round the magnet of her eyes;
Her lips bloom like daisies to the kiss of sunlight.
She is woman and child -- holy and wild
Breathless, she rides the breezes of summer;
Like the music of morning--her voice, her laughter;
Like the echo of ripples over spreading water.
She moves like a draft of downy feathers;
A sparrow that endless sings of forever;
She lights a dirge to sweet-bitter nights,
Then flaunts her wings in careless flight.
She is woman and child -- holy and wild,
Half-clothed, half-naked, her black hair streaming-
She treads through life with her bowl of flowers;
Spilling her fragrance like the breaking of showers.
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