I Met Her Again
At the very edge of the rocky descend,
At the entrance to a peaceful haven,
At the open of the doors
by an angel with a charm,
With a touch scented breeze.
Behind me I saw no thing,
For my back minded me not,
What was in front of my eye
Was more than enough
An angel with a lock of a smile.
In a printed African top,
Covered by a white blouse,
Like an icing on a cake.
Behind her trotted a kid,
Inquisitive his second skin,
With a tinge of anxiety,
I call it innocent suspicion.
With a closed hug,
That joines us into one;
In a moment of satisfaction,
In a moment of unknown self,
In a moment so short yet long,
In a moment so sure.
We proceeded down,
Step by step,
Each with a tinge of fright
That would fall off my step,
For my eyes saw no stairs;
My look depicted stares.
When she opened the doors,
I knew the moment had come,
The moment that made my mind calm.
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