Free verse № 124205
The Resilient Woman
She strolls slowly between the drops
That leave behind a trail of brine
And thirst like she had never known before
Lays claim where running water did once reside
And though blinded by beckoning swells
That rise beyond what one less might endure
She gently parries each passing squall
And watches on from afar as teardrops fall
And fresh streams of hope form beneath her feet.
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