The day was 24 hours long but seemed longer
For there was nothing to do
Nothing to fear but fear yourself
Neither athlete nor mathlete, feeling rather blue
There I sit, watching gecko prey
Lazier than a sloth, Stiff and unmoving
Glimpse by the window, hurdled my morose mood
there she stood, stylin’ her short hair strands
Mild chirping of the nightingale, misty moons and the stars
Were I an artist, magnificent motifs I could ever had
No greater spectacle could have been bestowed,
rather blending of her, beach, early dusk and night songstress
Pins and needles in my spine, just lying there
every bits of the body wanted to jump right through the window.
Faster than a cheetah, brilliant than pythagorus
body rushes gauging the time to the beach
Just few meters away, heart pounding
her blue eyes lighten and darken
Seeing her face, that’s wearing a broad smile
Her eyes with their own vocabulary, ‘m eager to learn
Echoes of her angelic voice,
dominating the loud chirping of the nightingales
Never thought the day would be so wonderful
Seeing her that’s just amusing and beautiful
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