Her hips carry her softly,
Half a smile lights her face,
With ease in her movement
And an elegant grace.
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But, my eyes always seem
But, a moment too late,
Mesmerised by each motion
As if frozen I wait.
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Transfixed by the beauty,
That was once there now gone.
I glimpse for a heart beat,
The inspiration to follow on.
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Feel the ashes through my hand,
Left by the fire in her eyes
Chasing melancholy or ecstasy
It just feels like i might die.
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When she stops I can breathe.
When she wanders, I wonder,
She seem so impossible,
So why do i only grow fonder?
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