By Tereks flow

In white dress 
She nonchalantly sits 
She reads a book 
Her leg rests on another 
And hair of dark brown 
Some women of the elder age 
Just came to her to ask a question 
They left - a family with child passed 
She raised to voice of little girl a head 
Then touched own hair with a hand 
Again absorbed - as though 
By Terek's flow - by reading 
I smirk and nonchalantly   
Glare to her side 
She wears glasses? I can't tell 
I am the one who needs them   
Now the most 
Perhaps, the mystery might even 
Become better 
For fact that words do 
Blossom and do rot

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