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Walking down the moutain
in the midday rain,
I passed a girl, moving slowly,
with sandalled feet uncertain -
taking impossible care.
Even from behind
I could see something wasn't right.
Self-conscious,
afraid to scare her
on such a lonely track,
I snapped a branch in warning
beneath my feet;
but she didn't turn.
Nearer still.
Me, deliberately puffing.
she, soundless.
The water sliding
off her grey-black hair.
(It's hard to fathom now
she was even there.)
Yet, I certainly passed her.
And as I did, nodded,
said a short hello.
Her face, I think, feigned to smile
but showed only pain.
I went by quickly, moved,
tried to stop myself -
unsuccessfully -
from glancing back.
She was staring downwards,
ghost-like,
clothes clinging
to her forlorn figure,
almost stationary.
Each of us
on the same path,
soaking our struggles.
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Hi Catherine. Thanks for commenting. Maybe you're right about different stardust and being alone, but I hope not! I've actually been trying to write some happier stuff, but it's just not coming out at the moment. Also enjoy reading your poetry. Look forward to your next one. Derek
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