This little nymph of ten and twenty two years <br />crying in my arms <br />Jaded and scorned under the apple tree <br />wiping away her tears of loneliness <br />crushed into the fetal position <br />drowning in her despair <br />a decade minus two she's been alone <br />breathing the water into her lungs <br />songs of the lonely echo in her ears <br />making it hard to go on <br />a god of gods drops a pebble into her pool <br />the reverberating rings awake her <br />eyes wide open she begins to see <br />and rises from the mud <br />her beauty is exquisite in her hour of need <br />I rub her back and inflate her ego <br />letting her be free<br /><br />Bridget Bush<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nymph-of-ten-and-twenty-two-years/
