A blur of colors, a smile, a meeting of eyes
I swiftly turn around to see
The beautiful haze I just blinked through.
A whiff of pine and cider,
The tail of a scarf, red and green.
That laughter;
The melody of which tinkles in my ears for a second,
But a second too long nonetheless
For I find myself breathless
I don't approach her
For my moment of bliss was perfect.
Better a moment of bliss than a lifetime of monotony!
ReplyDeleteReading your blog after such a long time was like taking a deep breath of fresh air, after being confined to a dark gloomy cell for ages...............loved it.
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