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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