Last summer before his return was dry,<\/p>\n
she felt like a scorched field or a thirsty fly.<\/p>\n
One day her dad said: ” the bargain is done. You’ll be married.<\/p>\n
We’re on verge. There’s a good dowry, who’ll care?”.<\/p>\n
“What? You have promised..”<\/p>\n
” It is up to me to give a promise and to break it”<\/p>\n
“You said “no”. Sit in barn, Change your mind, make it”<\/p>\n
In refusing of food she was prisoned<\/p>\n
by hands of her parents. The thought was poisonous.<\/p>\n
She managed to keep control over her trembling will:<\/p>\n
one night she jumped out of window and run behind nearest hill,<\/p>\n
where she found a small farm with an old pair<\/p>\n
eagily to invite or to hire her or to take care.<\/p>\n
Time passed speedily in a new routine on new land<\/p>\n
under the same dictate of being a helping hand.<\/p>\n
She could not forget her beloved hero promised and waited for so long…<\/p>\n
She was singing one prayer and song….<\/p>\n
In the time of his return he was desperately seeking her,<\/p>\n
her mood rised as wind higher or low.<\/p>\n
She was a woman of waiting in unlimited frames<\/p>\n
only she could endure a patience and no one to blame.<\/p>\n
She kept secretly his shirt given as a pledge of fidelity<\/p>\n
perfumed with his smell and making her fell instability.<\/p>\n
One day someone knocked the farm ‘s door<\/p>\n
she opened it and loosing consciousness fell on the floor.<\/p>\n
He saved her from the bottom of meaningless dragging out of well,<\/p>\n
he showed her other lands sweeter than in fairy tale<\/p>\n
She gave birth to a child in threshold of day and night,<\/p>\n
from summer to autumn, from darkness of belly to day light.<\/p>\n
It was a planned and desirable child from the beginning,<\/p>\n
it was a new happy circle of life in its spinning.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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