Olga Polunin
Control and censor what we see,
hear only what is deemed correct
by ancient rules, tradition bound,
by dead fore-fathers long since gone
Speak not our thoughts, stay calm, serene
These are a woman's treasured charms
If womans place is in the home,
can here dreams be ever known?
Yet forbidden thoughts they must arise
from deep within a dampened soul
Forbidden fruit, forbidden desire
A smouldering heart has secret fire
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