Just the other day.
I saw someone far away.
She had a light skin.
Walking style so keen
Not to tremble when seen
By one crush.
Beauty in the dust.
She laughed at everything
Even driest of jokes.
She was among,
The best at hand.
But not in mind.
Packed I had it..
To the last bit.
She is a fighter..
She begun,
Her likes she confessed.
Her name she spotted,
Unaskes unquestioned.
As if under a spell.
She talked,
opening up.
I really enjoyed her time.
And by the time,
We were done.
She wished me luck.
In my field of art.
She is a friend.
In making
@patrixpoetry.
