Seasons Not in the Year

Description

Her braids are like pomegranates woven together
For as long as life itself,
She sings of them and finds joy and sorrow
In her eyes, a light has been extinguished
From hardship and neglect
And the heavy burden
Her back has bent
And her voice, too, has become content with only screams and wails
As if she were born
Many years have passed
An old woman
Worse than she has triumphed,
And more than she has been broken