The La Llorona Poem

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In the moonlit night, she wanders alone,
A weeping woman, with sorrowful moan.
Her gown is white, her hair a veil,
The La Llorona, a ghostly tale.
Her eyes are red, her tears they flow,
A spirit haunted, with a mournful woe.
Her cries are heard, echoing in the air,
The La Llorona, a soul in despair.
Her story tragic, a legend told,
Of love and loss, and a heart grown cold.
She searches for her children, lost in fear,
The La Llorona, a spirit drear.
Her ghostly form, a haunting sight,
A warning to those who wander at night.
Beware her cries, and heed her plea,
The La Llorona, a restless spirit, roaming free.