Tuesday, October 19, 2010


She is a quiet woman who uses her words sparingly;
For a long time words were all the possession she had.

When she was returned to her family,
She found she had lost all the old ways of loving.

Cradled into captivity, she is younger than her age;
Serrated by suffering, she is older than her youth.

Her teacher said, when you are on the path you endure.
Her teacher said, now is another thing to be endured.

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