A hooded man
A young woman, dressed in green
Paused by thoughts, watches the scene
Looks out for signs; mist rolls in
Covers the trees, moves within
She looks across; stares through fields
She will not stop, will not yield
Her glance gazes. Touches
the skin of him, meets his eye
Refuses to glance away
She waits now – what will he say?
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