i once met a mona lisa girl
it was one of those strange autumn nights,
when the sky turns as white as a blank sheet of paper
and the wind blows gently in your face
it was quite a wonderful time-
leaves of gold and rubies spilling to the floor,
pumpkin spice and cinnamon in the air.
i was walking home from school one day
and decided to take
cut through an alley
instead of going all the way around.
i must admit
i got a wee bit lost
roads and i don't get along
and so i was wandering around the alleys
when i saw her;
a frail little girl
clutching her frail brother's hand.
as they shivered at the end of that alley
without much thought
the leaves crunching under my feet.
i remember coming back there
on a tuesday
one year later
and to find the brother crying,
his hair long and unkept
kneeling on the cold ground
his tears dripping like sap
from a tree on a spring day
unlike this dreary one.
i saw the frail little girl
sleeping in her brother's lap
her eyes closed in slumber
her dirty scarlet hair
spilling to the cold ground
staining it with red.
as the first snowflakes fell
and the boy cried
and the girl slept
with her scarlet lips sealed shut.
"are you warm, are you real, mona lisa?"
- song by nat cole king
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