An Ambrosial Encounter


Her hair were like black pearls
Strands like the echoes of moon
Eyes deep like the ocean,
Her smile was a blissful breeze.

Her presence tasted like some unknown metaphor
full of divine blessings
difficult to mould in words of a poet
The Omni-presence of artesian eternity

She stood there, a distressed spinster
piercing my hypnotic vision
I thought a word or two would come out
but she was frigid,as if drenched in thick snow

She had to say something
And I understood, like I knew her for years
Was she the picture of my dreamy frame
or a Soul,conspired by destiny,to be my muse


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