This beguile strange woman in her forties and I am sorry that I have heard forties are the naughtiest. <br />She begs not charity and she has enough money. <br />Even though the solitude and suffering. <br />The precious money could help her to replace solace? <br />Under the burning Sun and freezing Moon <br />Still she needs the warmth. <br />Only an honest human blanket could minimize her nauseous feelings. <br />Where do they find this pedigree? <br />She seeks a pure bred Man in her sojourn <br />And still she struggles to find the needle in a haystack.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beggar-maid-s-breakdown-in-the-life-cycle/
