The umbrella woman
She is so cool
under the sun
Standing on her
queue waiting for her turn
Looking at the
polling station
Waiting for the
time to cast her vote
The hot sun
rises
In the morning light
Piercing through
the bare skin
Yet she holds
her umbrella
Waiting patiently
for her turn
In the end she shares
her shade
With a man
waiting like her on the row
They begin to talk
sharing some common issues
As they wait for
their turn to vote
Now the sun is in
hot piercing eyes
When their time
up to vote
They go separate
way and never contact
The man can’t forget
the umbrella woman
He puts up an advertisement trying to find her
It is blowing by
the wind
Maybe she is
from overseas
Returning home
to do her duty for change
The man is still
hopeful he will get to meet her again
But the time has
gone, the moment in memory
The umbrella
woman
She is so cool
under the sun
She strokes a
man’s imagination
Hoping to meet
her again
But the time has
gone, the moment in memory
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