Ode
to a beautiful face on the street
The
skin depth soaked in
Divine
angelic visage with falling cascade
Of
silky hair down the shoulders;
The
fragrance of a perfume
That
diffused through me into my nose
Drove
me mad.
In
flashback as I move back
When
my sight collided with her moves
And
bruised my feelings
Thousand
children of craze are born
In
the warm womb my imagination
And
expire
In
the grave of my sensitive heart.
Now
I just gaze in thoughts
To
look for her
To
embrace her tight
And
feel the slippery cascade of hair
Again
with the fingers of my mind.
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