Bathed in moonlight and sunkissed in the day
Rhea with the long tresses and nowhere to stay
Thin as a waif, will qualify for a model on the ramp
She starves herself to feed her little tramps
Yes, She starves herself to feed her little tramps
Found in the garbage, wailing to feel a heartbeat
Rhea with the long tresses was raised on the streets
She still frequents the garbage to scavenge it deep
A bunch of children flocking like sheep
Yes, A bunch of children flocking like sheep
Moving around like a princess with her head held high
Rhea with the long tresses and heart in the sky
She will kick any man...ouch! in the groin
Will not have anyone throwing a coin
Yes, will not have anyone throwing a coin
Little by little, her flock continues to grow
Rhea with the long tresses and her beloved's a crow
They are the biggest family in the whole coast
To her beautiful spirit, lets raise a toast
Yes, to her beautiful spirit, lets raise a toast
Your Rhea is a proud and tragic figure. She deserves a song. Very memorable work. The sadness echoes long after the last line has been written. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
Hauntingly brilliant work.T.O....SURREAL REALITY IN ITS WRITTEN BEST...lOVE THE WAY YOU ACTUALLY CREATE AN ECHO OF HAUNTING TONE BY WAY OF VERSE REPETITION ON THE lAST 2 LINES OF EACH STANZA...Gripping, indeed! FjR
Hauntingly brilliant work.T.O....SURREAL REALITY IN ITS WRITTEN BEST...lOVE THE WAY YOU ACTUALLY CREATE AN ECHO OF HAUNTING TONE BY WAY OF VERSE REPETITION ON THE lAST 2 LINES OF EACH STANZA...Gripping, indeed! FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, Rhea gets a song for herself..and its the best i've ever read..this is by far one of your best works! !