A shabby woman's holding an infant
escaped and ran at dawn
Villages and fields, she's begging the breasts,
and she'd walked the lane and drawn
Near the north direction. She had much pains for crossing
a thousand miles' painful lane.
At last, the Ahnsi Castle, where's the object,
she arrived to lean on the Wain.
(May,21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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