.Friday, February 21, 2014
The girl at the library
.
Her eyes never left the book .
As she kept on turning the pages.
Undisturbed,carefree she drifted,
in her own style.
Unspoken, undemanding books were my world,
until her eyes met mine.
Like a fish in water, bird in sky,
she moved out gracefully, attracting every eye.
As she passed, her scent filled the space.
she was like smell of the first rain.
I wish to see her again.
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