The Girl with the Red Umbrella
Your crimson umbrella burns like fire,
You passed me by with a gentle smile.
I turned around and stopped as if dire,
Amazed by your beauty for just a while.
I'm still standing there, lost in sadness,
My body feels not a drop of rain.
Perhaps I've encountered great happiness,
Or perhaps I've stumbled upon great pain.
Like unconscious wanderers on the road,
I'm trapped in the web of imagination.
Not even an umbrella could I become,
For join her life and her celebration.
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