Rachel M asked: I watch her as she sits on the edge of the dock.
Her ebony hair flowing down her back like an inky waterfall,
glistening in the moonlight.
Her silver dress,
shimmes like 1 million stars.
Her slim foot dips into the icy waters.
Creating black ripples,
like heavens touch,
in the midnight sky.
As dawn come sweetly,
she flees,
like a ghost,
into the wood.
I see her shimmering eyes,
that glisten like mica,
as a single ray from the sun reflects off of them,
making them gleam.
Someday I will meet her,
this Ebony Girl
and I will know her story,
the story of why she sits here,
night after night,
and fleas at the rays of the sun.
its not about anyone, but i’s inspired by my friends grandpa’s house in NY
Jammie, I think I’ll take your advice.
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