A girl taller than her clothes.
Passing people, who froze.
A dewdrop lidened primrose.
With a look that knows.
A wise gaze.
Put all who saw in a haze.
Walking gives sparks in delays
Hair of fire, a blaze.
Her dress flowed free.
Her skin, the color of a tree.
Her name, nothing but 'she'
Beauty that leaves nothing but debris.
A small movement, mild as they come.
Put everyone watching in a state of numb.
Her calm, the townsfolk shrink from.
The silent hit like a snare drum.
A hand raised up, fixing her hair.
Caused everyone that saw to stare.
Fayres in towns, that was rare.
Sharp ears sent whispers through the air.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryPoems about death, about emotions, about loss, about confusion. And the occasional midnight killing.
