hundreds pass, who fade like trees
beneath the gaze of one in love;
no one particular she sees,
until the one she's thinking of
and you won't understand, nor I,
what makes her ever always so:
she seeks, but never sees, because
the one she loves left
long ago
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Published by Beleaguered Servant
Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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You found the perfect picture for this lovely poem!