She brushed her hair
behind her ear, but
there was a charm
in the way the strands
fell across her face.
Piercing emerald eyes
and mocha skin were but
the surface of her mystery.
Strangers passed her by
and wished, for a moment,
that they were not so
anonymous to her, but alas—
she is a question mark,
a hidden treasure, waiting
for the right discoverer
to pioneer her beauty.
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