28 February 2013
She runs down my street
I don't know her name
Her beauty catches my eye
unobstructed by fame
But a jewel to me
A beautiful star
She runs every day
I wonder how far
I sit with my writing
It's that time of day
She goes and sprints past
My hand on the pencil it lay
Writing of things
That come to mind
My heads filled with her
Every last time
She has become object
I must know her name
But then I never saw her
Ever again
I Never Knew Her • Opuss № I