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A penny waiting for a change, A fecund fellow – long she stood, Basking at lengthy processions of brotherhood, Briefcases and stethoscopes line thy bold physique, Whenceforth heaps of lorries – they gleam beneath, There they ascend, to mounting glories of fine success. While dear missus, to thy homestead, was left to tend. This ember, long left alight, gracefully smoldered; A compass missing its needle, no visage consoled her.
Anon, her heart’s ablaze by mighty flames, That no one nor Poseidon can hold at bay, Thy burning passion’s been long astray, A mighty, noble lass long stood to hear cacophonies of gents. And now – now is the time to pave the way, For she once stood in cloisters of academes, No palisade shall feign to be mere entities.
Long we’ve been left to rock the cradles, Yet under green lamps, we’ve long been awakened, At last, I vow to you, dear ladies and femmes, that for our march: I shall turn the tables and bring you bounties of cents!
GH SIND
Leigh is the name this writer goes by and the humanitarian inside her aims to bring light to topics that remain untouched – for to her, it brings such delight! Her days consist of constant meditation and bounty sips of matcha lattes to overcome the tides of overthinking, but there’s nothing like a paper and pen – scribbling, till her heart’s content. Writing, to her, has always been a friend; and in no other way can it be expounded, let alone a limit of one hundred.