Stranger from Afar
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Dear Stranger,
I looked across the street and met your cold stare,
I whimpered away once my soul felt bare,
your piercing look and deep dark eyes penetrated me,
I felt exposed because I thought that you could really see,
a second turn- I looked back towards your shadowy stature,
sorrow replaced anger and distress became so sure,
so I cried a tear for you and prayed with all my might,
that everything will be just fine once day turns into night.
Love, Sherlene
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