Grannie, Woman of Africa

Sad words

Sad eyes

Sad, sad life

Why

Is there no anger

In your soft, smiling voice

Does your face glow

With a beauty as breathtaking

As that of the tree, vibrant with

That frothy purple

Magnificent blossom

Blooming alone

Among the dry, ungrateful

stones?

poem by Anita Wisniewska
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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