The Beauty
I heard her sing beautifully
like a nightingale in the summer moonlight. I followed
the voice and there she was; ravishing smile, long, white
dress, and long, black hair.
"Come," "Come", she said,
as she beckoned me with her hands. My hands were trembling,
craving to touch her skin and get inside her. As I swiftly
walked towards her, she turned to mist and vanished!
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