Burning Desire

Her face

Red like burning sun

Her eyes

Tempering like boiling water

She is walking

In middle of afternoon

She is boiling

Under the Orange sky

Her thrift isn’t easy

She is speeding

More than burning sun

She isn’t tired

She isn’t feeling hot


A desire is burning inside her

More than the burning sun

The Women

She is

About to change the world.


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