Sunday, August 9, 2009



A swift glance of you and it made me sway

Brushed through you and I felt the breezes of May

I tilted my head back to take another peek

What was it in your heart you seek?

Could it be a good and attentive listener?

Or perhaps a gentle pat on your shoulder

Maybe time is on your side

Maybe the weather today just don’t seem right

I pushed myself harder and took a turn

For I believed in something beyond reasons

That a hunch may means so much

It even beats the beautiful spring of March

And so nervously I held out my hand

Greeting you right before the yellow bus stand

You shook my hand and instantly I knew

There is more waiting to be continued….


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(p.s: no person is involved in this fictional creation, thank you! )