Monday, March 2, 2009
quiet
who is that girl who stands alone
no words exude her lips
no expression ever shown
never has she slipped
no wonder no one knows her name
nor hardly recalls her face
for every day she stands the same
it’s certain she knows her place
every day I sit and stare
take time to wonder why
one person in this world is truly rare
and she bares a scrutinized eye
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