Do you see her?
She stands right over there.
She comes and goes
like a breath of fresh air.
Her hair is like many ribbons:
Curling, twisting, waving
In a nonexistent wind.
I wonder who she was.
I wonder what she could have been.
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Erinn's Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoems that float around in my head that are lucky enough to be written down.
