emerald globes

different styles of writing,

               gutted words and such

                             sad sighs.

 

notes to 'the little girl'

                                as she is known to the people                          

of the town           

 

are you sad? she asks,

                          not sympathetic,

       merely curious of the mental

                           

and emotional state you,

and her are in                                            

she's still staring with piercing eyes,                     

 

and you wonder

                what she

      sees.

The End

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