Monday, February 02, 2009

The Mystery

She looked at me
With eyes still and deep
Like waters that ran
In distant and ancient
Pools in faraway islands,
They misted and swirled
Shrouding her pretty face
In broad daylight.
The sun warmed up to her
As she flitted between
Thought and action,
There was a question
Waiting behind the mist
That parted through her lips
"Will you kiss me?",she asked
"Yes." I smiled.
And i bent towards her
My head slanted in the light
Inching towards her
Quivering lips.
"No", she said
And walked away.

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