The Village Belle Can U hear the sound of the lapping waves?
Someone playing their flutes untuned?
There's sadness in the voice of that fair maid,
While reaping when she croones.
Some open secrets,
and unknown sorrows,
She wants the world to know,
Foreign language she might use,
But her grief does show;
The village is her identity,
She aint got treasures to shine,
That divinity in her melodious voice,
Or her beauty, simple and fine,
Aint there anything more serene,
that will surely strike your mind,
Oh! This village belle, is truly one of a kind!!
Oh!! Dear, she fair maid,
and so lightly does she tread,
Upon the grass,
of the fields...
and she'll make your heart yield;
Proven,
grace doesnt come from birth,
And,
She needn't shine,
to prove her worth;
She is good,
she is well,
The humble lass who'll steal your heart,
She is just a Village belle. ||
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writen by Sumaya,
Inspiration: Solitary Reaper, by Wiliam Wordsworth.
Dedicated to all village women, the R just bionic!
Hats off!
Edited by Sumu4JayD - 12 years ago