Anus Of Orange Vale----- Poem by AFFAQ NABI

And as like a dying femme, pale and puny,
Who treads forth covered in a solemn veil.
Out of her cottage, settled by fallen race,
She pale rushes forth to field amid autumn gale.
The sun lies hostage by the rudy clouds,
And she gathers around little exaruit offshoots.
With the hands on knees to warm her's room,
While her daughter Kate; who lives next door.
Rejoices her youth, her time with her two
At the pet store in outskirts of west shore,
It often happens with the old women in our orange vale.