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Just a Woman
by
Jude Aher
where are the concrete streets
on which
walked her eyes,
in the belief
of simple things
and something more.
the years are a long wind
that
caresses her dreams,
alive
on the echoes
of her footsteps.
never just a woman
cast in the mirror
which bleeds
beauty across the sky,
always just a woman
carving
her light
upon her fingertips
to touch,
to believe...
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