Alida Poem by bowdre bowdre jr

Alida



There was once a beatific girl,
Seemingly an apparition,
With her demure gaze holding sway over man and nature alike as she drifted from humanities to sciences
Only the boldest were able to summon their voices,
Alas in vain,
For she only hears the wind
Whispering her name

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