{Inspired from a painting I saw.
It's basically saying that this old lady has finally "found herself" after all these years of struggle...}
She danced between the patchwork quilts
Of bittersweet honey and tender blueberries
The violins played in her ears
And the fabric rustled beneath her feet
Each movement of her toes held deeper shades
Of a life pushed back in fear
Her elegantly brimmed hat teetered against the wind
As she tipped her head to one side
She made a toast to the sky
And drank from the air that encased her
The presence of the day increased
As she began to breathe more strongly
The sunbeams scattered along her body
As she quietly hummed a melody to herself
A slow unwavering smile spread across her face
And settled inside the core of her heart
Her aged fingers wrapped around the grassblades
Cleansing the sins of an unforgiven past |
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