Rainbow stripe skirt

When the doors opened, my back was turned

But the voice that came in caused my skin to go numb.

I peered towards the sound that rose up from a girl

With a rainbow-stripe skirt and a tone unconcerned.

 

But the voice and the stripes must have been what I yearned

For she marched out of sight for a different outcome.

At the angle she took, I could not see her face.

Then I knew the thought vain as my sense had adjourned

And forever I know, you’ll remain unreturned.

 

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