Without Reason, Without Rhyme

Earthen pot held at her waist
She walked like she'd got no haste
Water spilling here and there
In musical rhythm danced her hair.

Through the many fields she passed
Smiling at the green grass
The wind blew her veil off
And rung her anklets to make them talk.

Her lips parted and vented a sigh
And she said to herself, what a lie
To wear a veil, and see the haze
With the wind blowing it off her face.

And she sang with the wind
Without the veil this time
Her anklets clanked louder in sync
Without reason, without rhyme.

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