Her panama reminds

Her panama reminds.

She adjusts her souwester with her hands,
the blister in her hands in comparison with
her soft silken hands that thrust some sweets
into her popping out bag.

The cotton panama flies in the wind,
She concludes the sunset of her life,
Dusk intrudes, no more brightness,
All pervading sun’s rays straight on her
Sunburnt face, she forgets one moment,
Hope heals her swelling heart of sore.

Hopefully she can feel the sunrise,
Again she adjusts her souwester in her hands,
Her mouth watering, the smell of
Sweet tempts her,

Hope heals her swelling heart of sore,
Hope heals her swelling heart of sore.