Treasure Island

Philo Yan

(Malaysia)

African Beauty


African Beauty

A lovely vision in the desert sun,
A stunning flower, in full bloom.
Her life's path has just begun,
To find a dashing groom.

No sooner puberty starts
Her life was destined to part
And body appear the curves
Past view of life will depart

As quick as melted snow
The winds of change will blow
Her course will rapidly change
To womanhood prearrange.

Submitted: Thursday, August 09, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 14, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a poem I wrote for a mix medium drawing I did recently.
You can view all my drawings at my blog:

http: //philotoyourhealth.blogspot.com or

https: //www.facebook.com/PhiloHeresToYourHealth? ref=hl

She is an African maiden who is on the brink of becoming a woman and in their culture, it is the time to look for a husband.

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