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Mar 10
I'm looking at you, thinking and in desperate need of a pen and paper
Our fates, Such intricately interwoven collection of moments,
Like the twists and twirls of your hair, high on the strong winds
It's windy, your hair dance around, each strand fluttering like acrobats
Then with a huge gush, they are all set free, chaos ensues
Your fingers come to the rescue, gently pulling them back to safety
You turn around to look at me, puzzled, through all this mayhem
Me, I'm just stupefied, frozen and spellbound at this spectacle
I manage to look away, pretending but failing hard at it as always
One of those days, when you catch me stealing a look at you
My crime, punishable, the jury with intentions unknown, keeps me waiting.
Written by
Travelling ToHell  M
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     ---, Melody and Mansi
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