Monday, 24 November 2014

A futile attraction


That was quite ravishing;
A momentary passion,
A violent attraction,
It was there and gone
Like the brush of a wild wind
From across some unknown land.

Something that was not to be;
A fluttering that left no fatigue,
Caught by a tumbling glance,
A casual but mysterious smile,
Like the fleeting of a rain
On a peaceful ravine.

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