All the illusions at waiting glass,
The road in steady wait at last,
In sounds new the concrete slab,
The walking steps in echoing fall,
A lingering thought in bitter waste,
A woman’s life in a single pill,
Tears silent breeze to take,
Hue in light of mirror forsake,
Surreal, the casting charms to soar,
Ere the head bows Fate’s disgrace,
Her purpose soon come to grace.