Women on the Road
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1 min readJun 22, 2015
I met a young girl once
She spoke of fairytales
She wore a dress of steel
Her face fresh and soft
She lived an enchanted world
I met an older girl once
She spoke of peace
Dressed in burlap
Her face stern as justice
She fought for an ideal world
I met a woman once
She spoke of nature
Dressed in black
Her face dry and worn
She grieved for the world
I met a woman once more
She spoke her truth
Dressed in nothing
Her face rough and creased
She knew the world
-By J. Ngoriakl
