My Poetry. Mysterious Girl.

He met her on the corner 
In a street by his Town
a girl of no substance
a face with a frown.
He tried to get her attention
she ignored his every word
he didn't want to give up
Looking feeble and absurd.
Day by day he stopped
sometimes for a glance
going out of his way at times
Hoping to meet per chance.
Her very being enthralled him
never wanting anything more
determined to never give up
to even up the score.
But still she always denied him
she wanted to be left in peace
the surrounding mystery deepened
a jigsaw with a remaining piece.
One day he walked right by her
tried staring into space
her eyes were like caverns
deep black with no disgrace
The day had finally arrived
she vanished without a trace
was she in his imagination?
this girl without a face.

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