By Tereks flow
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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