Races She Beyond Me...
Races she beyond me
Tiny soul of great reverence...
Glides she like grace of wind
A smile from the lips of innocence...
Warm and vibrant...
As the sun and the green.
Charm and grace so feminine
Well carried out in the arms of simplicity...
Oh tiny soul where you embark,
In careless hustle of dreams...
(DEDICATED TO THE LITTLE RAG-PICKER)
poem by Lama Abbas
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