Book of Poetry

Her world

I saw her walking past the cafe window.
Her blonde hair exploding down her back,
Emerald eyes blinking off the frosted sprinkle of the last snowflakes that fell that winter.
She turned, her steps hesitated,
A sweet slither of a smile flourishing on her pale, spirit-like face.
Her rosy cheeks shone brighter than the galaxy of stars that night,
And when the last of the howling wind died down, a flutter of birds settled onto the pavement to watch her, as transfixed as I by her beauty.
As she entered the room, a hush fell over the electrified crowd.
I felt the room grow warmer and warmer, spontaneously forgetting the once chilled, biting air.

It was pure magic that shone from her eyes all those years ago, those twinkling portals to an abyssal mysterious world.

-by @dreamyme123-