Zoe

Written by: Elenushka Toledo

She  was there, but just passing by, 
never mind what it is said, 
nor what it seems, 
if she we're a gypsy but she's not.

Maybe a woman of mysteries and stunning 
qualities that delight the eye, but
yet a dwelling tree wont even blink, 
nor drop a leaf for her.

She's beautiful as a flying
myth of some fairytale princes with no prince to chose. 
Beautiful and charming, but a bleak vissage look that 
question her truth. 

She's a walking venture to men kind, 
but again she's a lament soul, 
a lonely heart with meekness eyes, 
with a glamorous voice, 
and enchanted moves.
 
Her hair so black that blinds the eye, 
she was there passing you by, 
you were there blinded by her charms,
her name was Zoe; a beautiful life.

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