Little Girl

What is the woman now

Whose mind is dark as coal

Whose heart is deep in poverty

And vessel’s without shawl


A tired man saw entry

And conscience was no ghost

For only when the sun was down

Did he behold his host


Ephemeral is the sky above

Elusive is the ground

She might have found angelic love

But fate had not allowed


When she is the forgotten vow

With nothing in this world

What is the woman now

Who was once a little girl?

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