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𝔸 𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟
In a village nestled by the stream so clear,
A washerwoman toils with hands sincere.
Worn hands scrub, wring each piece of cloth,
Under the sun, her labor never doth.
With grace she washes away all traces,
A humble soul in simple embraces.
Her toil weaves stories of strength and grace,
Through her beats the village's heart,
Her eyes weary, hint at dreams,
Woven within the fabric of hope,
Like whispers of the flowery fields.
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© Farhat Afzal
A washerwoman toils with hands sincere.
Worn hands scrub, wring each piece of cloth,
Under the sun, her labor never doth.
With grace she washes away all traces,
A humble soul in simple embraces.
Her toil weaves stories of strength and grace,
Through her beats the village's heart,
Her eyes weary, hint at dreams,
Woven within the fabric of hope,
Like whispers of the flowery fields.
...
#poet #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poem
#poemoftheday #writco #writcoapp
#writcoCommunity #FarhatAfzal #writcopoem
...
© Farhat Afzal
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