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

So 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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