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She – Fourteen.
From the sky like pearls fell,
With the softness of a dove touched,
The cold of the fall rain never felt,
Eyes wide open kept still to see,
Once more dreams leaving unfulfilled,
Along the rain as tears they drowned and rolled.
Fading colors of mother nature wept,
Oh’ they too may have lost a dream or two.
Never got counted among the smiling fortunate,
As years passed by laughed aloud and screamed,
At the unfortunate lover mockingly, ‘Much Older’.
Fantastic events and fascinating people crowded,
Life in every possible way brought cheer and joy,
The more polished the glass, the thinner it became,
As life graduated in misunderstandings and mockery,
And every event and fascinating people cared not,
When the dearest one said ‘Much Older’, and the glass broke.
In the fallen dreams, drowned tears and mistaken ways,
Somewhere still a silhouette of romance remained,
As the spark once seen in her eyes, in his soul, kept alive.
Oh’ how wonderful were the dreams seen?
How wonderful were the happiness felt?
A page to turn, a chapter to close and book to finish,
Ah’ material reality know not about the spiritual romantic,
As the page turned to a blank sheet and a new chapter to begin,
The book is the soul of her the darling who grew,
Inside the lover’s soul and with her love will make.
An ageless lover whom the life and world stamped,
As ‘Much Older’ but grew young every time his soul she read.
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