She crossed many a mile
by my road side
crossed my door,
my glass windows
looked through,
stared at me,
playing my grand piano.
She stood ,she mused,
she wondered,
on a dreamy night sky,
she stared right up,
wished at a shooting star that had streaked by.
I walked across the street,
walked by the 7th avenue,
the roses smelled so sweet.
She knew that i was there
and she smiled a smile,
and i looked on ,speechless
as Mrs alexandra, smiled back
walking on , the fragrance turned to rot,
and i cringed,
walked back ,looked out through the window sil..
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