Mystery

On the night of a dark dark street

There lived such a person I feared to meet

Eyes glowing blue so soft and tender

I had to freeze as so not to offend her

The way she walked gave out such grace

The flowing wispy trails of old-fashioned yellowed lace

Her long black hair blew about her head

Like an underwater doll, walking yet dead?

Mystery

Raechel deMink

Joined January 2008

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