no smile
alights
upon her face
in soft morning light
her long black hair falls
limp unadorned
strangely no jewelry
shines in familiar comfort
upon wrists fingers
no jewelry golden glows
upon dark skinned Indian body
she stands still motionless
in fresh morning sunlight
starring into empty space past
empty young eyes she is
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem