Maiden Poem by Kayanja Ronald Edwin
Maiden
Doesn't she see the beauty of her youth in your curves?
The ripening bosom and bulging hips
Stretching out the folds of your silk wrappings
And a cotton weaving over your shoulders
A smooth skin, tender
Long hair, gold,
With a sunset smile,
And a gracious gaze
Of an angel,
By the fountain,
Trapped within your own reflection,
And wishing, you stay,
Forever, young
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