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A Walk in the Park (Free verse) by Dovina Swaying gently in breezy park
skipping, tripping
mellow sun
grass waving
skirt fanned out
as if it saw you
an arm of womanhood
beckoning come
I knew how I looked
and loved what I knew
the essence of style
was me
was strong
could win battles
as a lily wins a bee
Then upon a rose
my flowing skirt did catch
jerked back
as fatherâs hand had years ago
when playing on a ledge
A little rip I heard
a scar in pink chiffon
its partner on my heart
Turning back along the pretty path
the road that brought me here
no more wise, no less giddy
for I am pretty just the same
no scar can hide the way I am
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