I went to the fair,
Without a single care.
Not a friendly face seen,
But to be there I was keen.
Till I heard footsteps sound,
Disappeared when I turned around.
The footsteps led me to an oak,
Where there was a woman in a black cloak.
Her green eyes like emeralds gleamed,
When the light on her did beam.
Gone was she in a flash of light,
Yet I couldn’t forget the sight.
She hasn’t left my mind,
To me she has forever bind.
Copyright © Apurva Prabhudesai | Year Posted 2019
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