The slow motion of her gait
changes then quickens like a hailstorm
dropping an antique, thin veil unknowingly-
Beguiled by such mystery, her spell
imparts an essence of hanging anticipation.
Disguised as formless shadow or reality
I become awestruck , nymph of wind,
puzzling my curious mind ,always entranced.
Contest: In Praise of the Ode/ Oct 4, 2020
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
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