No Way
Silk flaxen braids
The sapphire pools of enchantment
The bottomless look of mystery
And she twirls
Her hair lax in airstreams
A glimpse beyond that caving fringe
A curl at her cherry’s end
My eyebrows taken aback
O am I blessed to be seen!
By the beauty in the breeze
Now does she stride,
To where I stall!?
But-
She strolls past
Like the blind in a mist
Of whom she is
Corrected by Corrine,
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