I've never known her or seen her to be

the mystery behind her. The black long hair

silky, and her surliness stands aloof.

Her long legs could spy any secret of mine

or James Bond.

I only see her, never speak to her

for fear she is just a mystery wearing jeans.

This poem is about: 
My country
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