I Wonder…
“Where from she comes?”
I wonder…
I ask her
But saying nothing, she disappears
Cannot remain silent, I shout
And she passes away
Wearing a white gown
She has long hair
And they touch her ankles.
Wind blows and her hair flies.
Late night, she walks on the road
Holding a flute in her hand.
Questions come to my mind
“Is she an angel or a spirit?”
I ask her and
With the sweetest smile
She again walks away.
Who is she?
From where does she come?
I wonder…
-Titly
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