Her heaving breasts, glistening under a perpetual sun,
Her voice carries on, from us to them, now and for tomorrow,
Generations gone, and generations to come,
She is transient,
She is enraptured, her passion, and vigour,
The very life that sustains us,
We watch as she passes by,
Hips swaying,
Parted lips,
Defiant eyes, fiery with...