i walk down the road
shadowed by the lofty branches
dripping heavenly drops
i haul in the moment
the beauty it offers
when all of a sudden
among the many windows peeping out
i find a girl filling with colours
a glass window . . .
i felt her to be a stranger...
i willed her to be one. . .
little did i know that
i know her... i know her by her name...
suddenly disappointment floods me
an end to all the possibilities. .. .
she ceases to be a mystery
she loses her enigma . . .
now she has failed to be a subject. . .
a subject of my endless speculations. . . .
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