That girl

And he lies on his back
Phone facing the face
Almost touching the tip of his nose
on a mission
to find her

She was not pretty
nor was she ugly duckling
She was subtle
A gentle touch of heaven
If you tasted a bit of her
She would be toxic
More like weed
Wanting for more
Less like flower
She would never decay
You connect the dots
The last motel you saw her
Her favorite park
Her enchanting smell
The colour of her eyes
Greener than the meadow
Her hips slender I have ever seen
Her skin as soft as the China silk
It’s itself a wonder
how she hid her beauty
He would trace her shadow
if he got a chance
That’s how special she was to him
Or say
That’s how special she was.

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