The lady standing in the street
with no umbrella
She had a purple eye
at least that's what the man said
Her hair looked to be dipped in ink
a gold band on her finger
She stared into the traffic
Still no one noticed her
at least that's what the man told me
The cars drove right by her
not lending her an eye as rain fell onto their windshields
She peered into the headlights
a slight smile present on her face
She looked content
at ease with the thunder
one with the lightning
She was dry
untouched by the weather
"I went up to her"
that's what the man told me
He stood inches a way from her
She didn't turn her head
as she slowly handed him a box
a purple box
and vanished
The man handed me the box
Within it was a circular disk
He called it a mirror
I too had a purple eye
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I Have Thoughts in the Morning
PoetryThis is a collection of my thoughts in the form of poetry, stories, and possibly song lyrics from time to time.
