White Scarf
Time and time again
I see a woman
Walking by.
A ghost she was
Of silver blue moon beams
Shimmering in the snow.
She patters softly
In herturtle fur hat and
Wool-lined gloves.
Through the snow
On her aimless journey
A lost soul
On the road of life.
Searching...
For what she cannot find.
Her scarf perhaps?
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