As my long black sideburns creep down my lonely frown
I sulk along a cobble stone path drenched with solitude.
Two-deadlocked sistren I see.
One’s locks of pristine black midnight,
The other as a golden sun.
A happy red bindi dances on her sweet forehead,
They turn the cloudy skies around me,
To crystal skies with a smiling warm sun.
My face unknowingly unfrowns itself.
Their happiness is still with me.
The golden sun has gone to black midnight.
