The Stranger


I want to start by saying,
That I'm a simple man
Who hates the sound of crying.
That's driving me insane!

A day like any other
It happened by mistake,
A girl loud as a thunder,
Her crying formed a lake.

I asked her what's the problem?
She didn't say a word...
In hand,she had a blossom
Kept like a bladeless sword.

Asking again I found out
Her enigmatic thoughts,
That blossom,without a doubt,
Made her be at a loss.

She told me that's her lifespan
And she'll deport this life.
Leaving me her name...Anne,
God ends her like a knife!

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