The Lady In Red
They called her the ‘Lady in Red’
Seen only in winter walking near the trees
she emerged from the mists and muted colours
so vibrant
so colourful
so elegant,
so they said.
Should I believe them?
Could I believe them?
I hid in the trees
and waited
watchful.
I think I saw her.
I don’t think she saw me,
except maybe
as a figment of her imagination
or a face hanging out in her dream.
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