The Lady with Tiny Sparks in Her Eyes
The things we leave behind become the things we look forward to
With her unique talent,
she bestowed upon words
their own distinct shape and texture.
Venturing into a new chapter of her life
with no predetermined plan.
As time went on,
the true essence and significance of these words
gradually revealed themselves.
This profound connection endured
until the very last moment,
enveloped in a palette
of subdued colours.
“I really like that,” I muttered to myself.
Her soul once again caught up with mine,
the same feeling, this time even more convenient for me.
Better responses, better results.
Clientele comprised millionaires
with thefts happening on every corner.
Surge of energy
like oranges bursting out of mouth.
“I really like that,” I whispered to myself once more.
She never averted her gaze
fully engrossed in examining every tiny detail,
meaning to help us both.
Once again,
the universe had opened up the gate.
There was an air of elegance and sophistication in the silence
accompanied by champagne, chocolate, and gruyere.
Never asked about the second chance
I had been granted before the sun set.
A malfunctioning car would never shatter her spirit.
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Comments (2)
I love how this paints such a cool, effortless vibe! She’s got this amazing presence, turning everything into something special—like turning simple words into art. Totally caught up in the flow!
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