ONE LOOK, ONE SPELL


Her eyes- how they glide

And guide my glued gaze

Every time they graze

Feeding by her face

But hiding by the clouds of her black hair

Which creep by, and they feel my enticed eyes

Crash against their hold

Like a hurricane

Our gaze intertwined

Like the firm palm tree

That twists in the rain

And palms of our hands

That possesses no pain

Alas, still, we are

A seat, now apart

All of this time has been wasted

By my blind imaginings

The sound around me

Reappear slowly

And I am back in

A crazy room

Sipping my coffee

Back-facing the world

Eyes-falling on hers

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