May 19, 2011
By Anonymous

She is imaginary,
But no an imaginary friend.
She is a girl,
But is no human.

Her hair is light,
Wet and long.
She likes to swim with great flight,
And her voice is a sweet song.

Her eyes, they sparkle,
Like the ocean blue.
Her teeth are sharp,
I thought you knew.

Her skin is parched,
But still so fair.
Shes never marched,
But loves the air.

Sailors meet her,
Girls want to be her.
I know this personally,
She is with me wherever I go,
My mermaid’s name is Indigo.

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