Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Mirage



I had walked up to her thinking I am forgiven
The day had just begun
The new gift of time that I was given
I had known she was the one.

She rose like a light beneath the clouds
Sinking down the river she waved so high
I chose to find her among the crowd
She smirked and flew to touch the sky.

She was an epitome of beauty I had ever seen
Blue eyes with those sharp features
Ready to be dirty yet so clean
I wondered, if god mistakenly created such creatures.

As I got closer, she did not sit still
She thought I might harm her
Leaned back and flew up the hill
I felt as if my mind was being stir

I then had named her a mirage

She was a living creature; seemed a montage.

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