She rises from the waters
Her ethereal being flows

Billowing silken threads
Shadows in the throes

Of muddied liquid ripples
Chilled, against her skin

A soul, that’s buried far below
Her spirit, deep within

The sands of time, forever
She withstands, her body frail

Searching for the one she loves
Will she, at last, prevail?

She’ll rise again, tomorrow
In hopes, she’ll see him soon

Standing where she saw him last
Beneath the Harvest Moon

 

 

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