I Don't Know Where She Is From

It’s been while I haven’t seen her…
Morning to Night I became a follower…
She walked straight untill she crossed the road that day…
These vehicles and the noise stopped me and my voice halfway…
Beautiful one-piece in her hand as she took it from the tailor…
It was for some party that night so I went finding parties as a sailor…
Sad emotions on my face that I couldn’t find her…
So I went to my favorite place where I could prayer…
Asked the God at least tell me where she comes from…
Any Sign or at least blow the wind in her direction…
I didn’t knew has become someome else’s favorite place…
I could here the voice of the footsteps inching near the Gate…
I thought I was hallucinating as I saw her in front of me…
She didn’t stopped by the place and walked as she saw me…
I felt terrible as she was leaving I had no words to stop her…
And I did what I always do, became a follower…
But this time she stopped and asked if I was following her…
But I said her my house is the same way could we walk together…
I just ran towards her and saw her so frightened…
I told her have faith I am a good person no need to shatter…
But still why would she walk with me in such a lonely night…
She told me she had a vehicle and don’t want me in her sight…
So I started to walk away and the distance between us grew long…
Still is the day today I Don’t Know Where She Is From…

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The art of storytelling. :heart:

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