The Sparkle In Her Eyes

She gleans on fad

Her eyes as a twilight

Tilting she leans against 

The strength hidden

To cleave the pain 

As dawn approach

Her pain dries along

The dew

She won't fall long

Or she sleeps off her morale

She's a horseman, 

A woman, 

She is an African

And the sparkle 

In her eyes

Adorn sleeves with purity

Wax dignity of her identity

Salty a throat

Blossoms as ever-flourishing

Garden, 

Adore her for her, so she 

Is unique and 

Priceless...