How sad is she?
She’s beautiful
With flaxen hair
Soft, sad eyes
Still laughing there
She’s intelligent
Of that no doubt
Many the subjects
She’ll converse about
How sad is she?
She’s talented
Her words are fair
The proof of which
Will come to bear
How sad is she?
But really is she?
She has loved
And that is rare
To love a gift
Beyond compare
How sad is she?
Lucky I’d say
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February 24, 2009 at 1:36 pm
utopianfragments
nice. full of mystry and queastions.