She Walks The City Streets
She walks the city streets
in the silence of dark
the woman with lost dreams
and a broken heart.
Searching for the meaning of love
while moving like the wind
I touched the color of her emotions
on white pearl strings.
She was often mistreated
scarred soul from life
Beautiful, walking in summer evenings
as she passed me by.
She was from East Harlem
Spanish, enamored of her
the irony of loving a harlot
Strange fate, the tale of allure.
She seemed to chase illusions
on elusive wings
the bitter-sweet fusion
shattered her dreams.
She walks the city streets
in the silence of dark
the woman who lost her crown
truly, the queen of my heart.
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