Silky black hair cascading
Like a waterfall splashing
Float and soar as if autumn leaves
Wondrous winds in which she believes
Tiny feet but could walk countless miles
Behind the pain and the tears are smiles
Her enthralling face in the sky is art!
The distance is keeping lovers apart!
She whispers wishes as she throws the pebbles
Into the brick well softly whistling kettles
A sonnet that follows the syllabic pattern 5-5,6-6 7-7,8-8 9-9,10-10 11-11
illustration by LoveKat