Poetry

The Dressmaker and The Nomad

She designs a exquisite dress

Too bad her life is a total mess

How she wishes that she was blessed

If only she could access a lesser stress


He is merely a nomad

Too bad his life is a doodad

How he wishes for he had a comrade

If only he could open up and total unclad


Both in distress

By their own acquiesce

They might want to express

Unless they want to wear a winter dress

Will they be forever sad?

And eventually go mad?

Or will they use meeting as a launch pad

And will it make them forever glad?