Snapshots

The silent road,
Few people here and there.
As I turned back,
There she came,
The most beautiful one I’ve seen.
Brown skinned, brown wear,
Browner ride, and pitch dark brown hair.
Off she went, without a look
No sight, no turning back,
All that was left, a snap in the head.

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