The girl leaning over the balcony
Looks with curious, beaming eyes;
Her budding breasts pressed
Against the concrete railings
And in her eyes
All dreamy love in a dewy
Luscent drop of uncertainty
Though unknown to her, her life
Is already charted out
In neat and well divided lines:
Now she will play with toys
Now she will see boys
Now she will marry a stranger
Now pot bellied and petulant
She shall keep watch
Over her children growing up.
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