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The Old Lady On The Balcony
Scenes around me that bring a smile on my face
as I pass by that balcony perched on my way,
my way to the daily visit of the park,
this gentle lady sits there, blabbering, some words,
in a language that's greek to me, smiling,
her white hairs, bouncing all the way,
as the lines crisscrossing her face, more prominent,
I wonder who she speaks…