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She stood there still as stone
Tattered and worn, lost
Far from home
Wore a skirt that as it cascaded
Seemed to flood back to
The middle ages
A scarf hid her eyes
Which had not shifted
Since they had drifted to the skies
She seemed so young; looked so old
She looked so alone, but with him
She had nothing to hold
She shouldn’t have been here
And I shuddered
As she came near
She boldly stepped out of her zone
She was just lost
And looking for a home
We shut her out without a thought
But obvious as it is,
I was caught
Captured by her intrigue
Seeing ever so much more
Than I chose to believe
Those people so scattered
I want to know of their lives
And why they’re so tattered
“All the lonely people
Where do the all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?”
I looked quick upon her; I looked away
Her imaged is engraved
An etch that will always stay
A reminder of reality, of its story
Through life and death
Through all the pain and glory
But she
She stood as still as stone
Tattered and worn
Lost far from home
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