Lamp lady
Selling tangerines
and
with the loving eyes of God
drift back to the sun.
Love is our destiny
All she had to confess
Is it the road of choice?
Is it our hand of chance?
Are we not meant to sea
what is our cruelty?
Who decides what we are
when all we have is ourselves.
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