She is blown on every blast,
Racing across the field,
Fluttering to and fro,
Swept up the street.
Her body’s bruised,
And yet, within her veil lays agape love,
Unfurled over one scar too many,
Opening larger and larger upon itself,
From one day to the next.
In a world so full of fleeting memories,
Sorrow from hearts of the guilty,
She is timeless.