Today I glimpsed her, Only in part, for it was just Half a face, as she walked past my door, Her hair, flowing, honey tones. And there I was, pondering her life, Painting pictures in my mind. Somehow trapped, yet free Eyes alive with joy. Speaking of hungers being satisfied, Yet searching for answers. Something there painting in vivid colour It was if she wanted
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