she was there when I saw her,
she was always in the dark,
she never knew that the day was near,
she never knew that the sand was soft.
she was afraid of the sea ,
she was afraid of the breeze,
she was away from the crowd,
she was away from the cloud.
but she knew that she was improper,
she knew she was a stopper,
she knew she could do well ,
may be even excel,
she saw the look she knew,
she saw the hunger she drew,
but she wanted a few,
maybe two days more she knew.
so she moved to the lake ,
she crossed the gate,
she jumped in to bathe,
in the clear water of snakes,
they wriggled around her ,they gave
demons from the grave,
she got her breath to save
a long haul to stay
one more time to see a day,
different from the way,
she looked at me and stayed.
she looked at me and stayed.
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