Cameras didn't capture
what his eyes did
They saw her flash smiles
He, her eyebrows knit.
Once a raw ore
now a polished diamond, high
she soars, the only thing constant,
is biem hund.
And as she walks
towards the tide, the waves
soothe away the blisters
A little moment of delight
for the aftermath tomorrow
shall be sinister.
She was a catastrophe
then, a catastrophe now
It didn't seem to bother
him anyhow.
And when she'll be gone,
he shall stay by her crate
who says a dog
can't be your soulmate.
~Esha.
