She’s fiercely painted,
Long curly hair tied behind her head
so that her ears are open to his voice:
which is a pile of leaves
whose tongues are knotted and forked.
Through corridors of trees,
descriptive self reflections
of the leaves,
She discovers his values,
Acts of obedience,
While sitting in a tiny oval.
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