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Copyrighted Rahman,brigitte arlette(c)
On her wedding day,
the morning sun
screamed at her of adventures
that melt
the boredom of matrimony
that free
her waist of chains and keys
that bring on
the elusive flame of the soul.
In her white gown,
she opened the gate
of her seventeenth century
castle:
Lady A.
walked away
in the emerald fields
of life.
