The Sinner

They whispered when she passed — gave knowing looks
That hinted vastly more than what was said;
Inferring that her past held darkest nooks —
Her reputation was a tattered shred.

And yet, she walked among them calm, serene,
Like one who from deep suffering had found
An inner peace — a staff on which to lean —
It seemed as if she trod on holy ground.

They whispered when she passed — gave knowing looks
That hinted vastly more than what was said;
Inferring that her past held darkest nooks —
Her reputation was a tattered shred.

And yet, she walked among them calm, serene,
Like one who from deep suffering had found
An inner peace — a staff on which to lean —
It seemed as if she trod on holy ground.
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