There was a
girl standing alone.
The pavement
glowed around her, angelic light from a past rain.
She was
waiting, no one knows what for.
Some tried to
guess as they walked by, theories of some life she must live.
But they were
all wrong, her secret was hers alone.
A light
breeze caused her hair to dance around her face.
All the
while, she looked ahead, off into the distance.
Perhaps she
was engrossed in some fantasy, maybe she was living one.
This girl was
a curious mystery, no one was satisfied.
She did not
acknowledge the probing glances, the floating whispers.
Suddenly, she
walks away.
The pavement
still glowed, but with the haunting absence of the girl.
The girl who
stood alone.
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