The Pauper's daughter. (Peacean couplè 28)
Working each day to make it a sweet day,
Restless like the whirling tyre; sober day'.
Hot sweats streaming down under the hot sun;
Working for the hot sweats to hunger shun,
The soil has been the food that feeds the poor,
But the warm belly thirsts for more; it's poor!
Working each day to make it a sweet day.
Echoes of silence courts her loneliness,
"I'll fight the soil with silence, with loudness,
food will smile at me." Birds sings like angels-
for her, twisting her beads, dancing with steps
as she rake, cut and burn the grass with strengths.
Her feeble strength is Eagle's, tick tack fleets
and patiently, she waits for time to heal.
Echoes of silence courts her loneliness.
She could feel gentle breeze high than the noon,
Echoes of shadows, she's lone by the moon,
The echoing birds sings as the brooks chirp near
the stream she calmly play at night, its clear;
she's eased by the shadows of her noons' pains.
Silent echoes by her shadow; eased pains.
She could feel gentle breeze high than the noon.
"words from the innocent mind"