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Struck by lightning,
Waves were splashing,
Everything were frozen...
My pulse kept on beating,
As fast as the Maya when flying,
I looked dumb as she stares me from afar.
Who would have thought, that she could smile like that?
At that time, she reminded me of one of my saddest moments,
Under that clear afternoon sky,
Not minding the people who passes as by.
Her name echoes to my head,
Probably nothing to her but a first to me.
For all the beauties who had passed me by,
She's the first to make me buy,
Those sparkling mirrors, glinting, scarlet humps,
Accompanied with the ray of shine,
She graced me by,
Her lovely presence and resounding laughter.
I can't help not to admire,
How she flipped her hair, how she helped me carry things,
How she can talk to me like that,
How she can be scary and alluring,
How she can be sexy and innocent at the same time,
How she is, her everything.
But do not be fooled! I whispered to myself.
This might be a joke, I better learn the truth...
I shouldn't be like this, Now I wondered Why I turned like this.
From the way those words left my lips,
YOU ARE READING
Seventh Sentiments
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