NH17 highway glows in the moon light
The reflection on the tar paints the
night, alight
Yonder appears a tiny moving light
The car zoomed passed the huge banyan
tree
Light briefly brushing it
Suddenly there seems an image descending
Draped in white and glowing
A lady so shiny, eyes glaring
Her toes pointing in the opposite
direction
Her stride and her position
The banyan tree is her dwelling
Her cries can be heard through the soft
wind
They say her life was truly a tragic one
A jilted love or passionate affair
None bothered or cared
Her soul needs a resting place
Can anyone dare?
Yola Brito Carvalho
SU160074
Nice
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