Lady with a Wagon

Lady with a wagon Doting on oneself Her dazzling fabrics dancing through the faris wheel of her reclaimed birthrights Essence mixtures and blessings over what covers her Honor and gratitude toward the ritual wheel of fortune The wheels of justice turns for her So she cannot fathom a busy life Little tings makes up her days Sun light floods everything she does Floating on thunder thighs to and from her nest Pleasures dipped in nostalgia is her only meal Wagon lady Catch her strolling neighborly streets Belly full and dirty feet