She walks down the grassy hills,
and over the vallies,
looking up and down,
for her lost love,
in his letter he wrote,
he would be waiting in paradise.

She wears a shawl, and a dress,
with walking shoes,
and she has seen the oceans
and the oceans many tides
and the blue creasing
of the ever lightened sky.

She carries only a small box
of his letters that he wrote,
and her quilt
she made while he was gone,
to pass the time and to count
the days until he would return.

She also has a small gun,
to guard herself,
perhaps from wild beasts,
or the insanity of years
from which she searches.
She knows not the reason.

She has traveled many places
and has seen the lost faces
of many
who she doesn't know,
nor does she talk
to anyone.

She reads his letters
over and over again,
hoping for some clue
where this paradise will be.
but she can not
find any hint.

After many a year
of traveling and searching,
she finds not the place,
but the answer of
her love's riddle.
She knows.

She thinks about
the younger days,
and realizes what has to be done.
She kneels, and puts the gun to her head.
She is going to paradise
to see her love again.

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