two poems

Tribal Woman 

I have found my true self -
Amidst the naked trees
Who sometimes wear the sun rays,
And sometimes the moonbeams, 
And the birdies 
Who find music in their flights
-unlike my butterfly heart -
Now I have found my true self,
I am a Tribal Woman -
In Autumn who sheds,
Breathe in Spring again. 

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Fire 


The nine huts in a row
Bare and still like Death
Under the sky stark Black.
Far a fire that summons
A pair of thick anklet
And a shadow behind ~
consumed the fire both
From Ashes they Rise again
A formless body -
A pair of thick anklet.