Angle and Passerby

Angel and Passerby

I walk past a shop everyday.

There’s a girl often sitting there.

She usually wear a red shirt, a pair of blue jeans

and a pair of gray shoes.

I’ve got to say,

she is not that pretty, but she has a pure innocent face.

That is a face of an angel.

I often steal a sideways glance at her when I pass.

It is good that she does not find me, maybe she dose.

But what of it?

I’m just a passerby.