What She Said
Kuruntokai 27
Like milk
not drunk by the calf,
not held in a pail,
a good cow's sweet milk
spilled on the ground,
it's of no use to me,
unused by my man:
my mound of love,
my beauty
dark as mango leaf,
just waiting
to be devoured
by pallor.
Like milk
not drunk by the calf,
not held in a pail,
a good cow's sweet milk
spilled on the ground,
it's of no use to me,
unused by my man:
my mound of love,
my beauty
dark as mango leaf,
just waiting
to be devoured
by pallor.
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