Golden Brown

Anna

The storms are over

The sun is out

It time for us to walk blessed

Golden brown superb in health

Like immortals on earth

 

Anna are you on something

 

No I am just drunk on the air

 

You seem to be very happy this morning

 

I just feel very beautiful

Loose of shift

Free of bodice

Full of Joy

 

Their hands are dirty

Their faces black

They wear shapeless dresses

That hide their bulk

No colour or ribbons

No kind of decoration

 

They are scarred

By the very sun

That gives us both life

 

 

Golden Brown

Golden Brown

Golden Brown

 

 

 

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