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Beside a window
In a dress made of white silk fabric,
On a spot, maybe, fixing,
Lips curve almost in a smile,
Maybe to a bloody fool guy
Under balcony serenading nonstop
songs to steal her heart.
Hair, brown and gold like autumn leaves
Cascading over shoulders
Touched gently by sunlight
Drawing me in like iron filings to a magnet ,
Under spell like bad omen ,I stumble
On my way to heaven.