The Flower Seller


Wrinkled,

With heavy

Veined hands,

She sells jasmines…..

Dew-wet,

Cool, soft,

Enamel white.

Releasing from their closed hearts

A gentle fragrance

That will envelope the night

with joy

Another a thrifty housewife

Diamonds, gleaming

Coldly at her ear,

Hair tucked at

Thickened waist,

Lips grimly shut

Battles with the scrawny one

With stringy hair,

For atleast copper coin.

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