I saw the woman with the top hat,
Along the beach white sand,
Her barefoot feet drags the sand,
And she walks and sways in command,
The ebb of waves coming back to toss,
And touches the her skin that glows,
She’s now grown.
The woman with the top hat the I own.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour20, Text Prompt20
I love the age-lessness of this poem.