And I walked past her,
May be for the the last time.
Overpowering the watery eyes,
With a fake smile that decries.
The clouded mind didn't know,
To hold her tight or let her go.
And the wind blew as if conspired,
Asking for a moment to be transpired.
Off her hair, dark but beautiful as night,
Her resplendent face was now in sight.
My fingers brushed through her hair,
And eyes laid my emotions for her bare,
She smiled as if it was an abet,
May be it wasn't the last time as yet.
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