Comments about Sarah Kind
The Mysterious Girl
The dead leaves danced under the moonlight
Empty souls walked into the night.
A girl dressed in white stepped out,
My lips trembled as a I tried to shout.
Her eyes were empty, Her face was pale,
She drifted along leaving no trail,
I was shaking nervously, out of control,
Was she the shadow of a young girls soul?
She floated towards me, in her dress of dusty white lace.
I could see a tear slowly begin to roll down her pale face.
I reached out to touch her, tell her she was all right.
But as I did she vanished deep into the night.
I could feel the ...