As the blazing sun
Begins to obscure its face
With the lush dark greens
Of the willowing trees
A pallid apparition
Worked itself into the crowd
No trace of a smile
Could be seen on its lips
Not even a faint glimmer
Of light be reflected in its eyes
Her face was like that
Of a mask frozen in time
Though seemingly distant
Like a picture unperturbed
Inside of her was a tumult
Of unbidden emotions
Wailing in sheer protest
To be recognized and known
In truth she was no ghost
Of flesh and blood she is made
Yet she is one and the same
For she remains to be unseen
By the very person she had wished
To behold and find her true
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