This Lady
Her touch a gentle
flutter of butterflies,
Her stare a peaceful
drift of dreams,
It flows to your mind
and puzzles you,
Is this lady as
vacant as she seems?
For I may not ever
dare to wonder,
What occurs in the
hidden depths of her world,
But one day you’ll
look beyond the flourishing face and fair hair,
And discover she’s
far different from other girls.
- Hannah Alley
- Hannah Alley
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