Ephemeral apparition

The large and blue drapes stand floating in the hot wind
When he spots the red waves of her amazing hair
In an instant her image took over his mind
As she was walking by, without the smallest care.

All faces were turned, the market had stopped moving
Such rare beauty is a gift from the gods, he thought
Oh the poor boy he was, his heart was a tied knot
His blank spirit traveled without even moving


Time has stopped, he burns in passion
His heart is thumping in his chest
She's perfect and he lost reason
But with disdain she simply passed


Her image slowly fades in his watery eyes
The noise of the city eats his feelings away
He sits on the stone wall and his passion just dies
Desperate to see her, he comes back everyday


Time has stopped, he burns in passion
His heart is thumping in his chest
She's perfect and he lost reason
But with disdain she simply passed

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Written by Ola Guiom, 483.II