推 chansaowan:like the second stanza 125.230.23.200 04/06 11:23
Expecting her son,
A pregnant woman
Strolls slowly down a beach
Orchestrating the ebb and flow.
And she goes barefoot–
With an ethereal, easy charm
None shall rival but Helen the beaut.
Gazing at the horizon wombing
The crimson, setting sun,
She bears a hope for the morrow's
Radiant, rising sun.
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