A Moment, a Glance
She strode past in silence
A waif of a beauty
Her stance bore an innocence
though her her eyes shown with impurity
Was it her hands, pliant and delicate,
that drew this devil's eye?
To have simply caught a glimpse of her was fortunate
Even now, the moment our eyes met makes my heart sigh
I watch her walk out of my life without exchanging a word
A possible course of life I will never know
I now go back to a life that now seems absurd
Never to get to see where our lives would go
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