In The Valley Of Hills
In The Valley Of Hills
In the valley
Surrounded by hills
Stays a woman with all her wills
Her face is dark
Marked with wrinkles
With a piece of cloth
Hanging on her delicate figure
Eyes are blur
Cheeks sagging
Creating art of
A painter’s painting
In a valley
surrounded by hills
stays a woman with all her wills
Caged inside broken walls
Her soul is waiting
when then nature calls
Every morning
She blows the candle
And every night
She burns it on
With none to visit
And none to consist
In the valley
Surrounded by hills
Stays a woman with all her skills
Her smile is yearly
Blossom’s with children
Every beginning
She sows the seeds
And every fall
She rips it off
In the valley
Surrounded by hills
Stays a woman with all her bills
Beauty is nature
And nature becomes hers
When she closes her eyes
Nature loses her sight
She takes her last breath
Leaving her loneliness for others to guess
Thus, in the valley
Surrounded by hills
Stayed a woman with her wills
