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The Passing

Standing by the road
under the bough, that eve
my gaze lingered, as she
wafted her way through
as slow and as silent
as waves on the sea
approaching the shores.

She strode.
Her lustrous hair, every strand of which
resplendent in the red of the dusk
Her skin, with that unearthly glow
complementing the setting sun.
So rich in life and hope.
Her feet, immaculate,
a walking dream.

Still, I stood
and time too
as she,
with a casual jerk,
half turned to me
met my roving eyes
and her lyrically lovely lips
almost imperceptibly
acknowledged my existence.

Shadows lengthened and she
disappeared into the dark.
Divinity took a new meaning
as I still stood still,
immovable, but not unmoved.


More By  :  Pankaj Vaishnavi

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