People

She wore white, wanting to dress in opposite colours as she prepared to see her beloved. You’re wearing white? People asked. She paid no attention to them, the road seemed dusty as she walked the paths, soon enough her white became tainted. Why is your white dirty? People asked. She still paid no attention and journeyed on. The clouds cried later on pouring down rain to the earth, with no umbrella she continued walking. Once again questions were asked your dress is wet and muddy, why? She whispered, my beloved sleeps in the earth, he would not see my looks.