She Stops

She Stops

She stops, her hunger unsatisfied

By all the goods on display.

Easy purchase for the empty soul.

She stops, her needs unsatisfied

By all the attention given

By many men eager to hold her name.

She stops, her desire unsatisfied

By all the hollow satisfactions offered

For her hungry mind to feed on.

She stops, her eyes searching

The bluest of endless skies

To watch a hawk flying free across the clouds.

She stops, she smiles at last

And turns again to face

The growing possibility of another new day.

 

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