Poem -

the jurney

she is not herself -

where can she be -

her Ā friend said she is walking -

down by the sea -

where can she beĀ 

i serch on the strandĀ 

then i find her shoes , her coat

andĀ her redĀ Ā hairband Ā 

she is not herself todayĀ 

i feer now she is free

she has teken a jurney

a long cruse at sea

the endĀ 

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