Short Tale 11

Her hair was curly, a mess and uneven,

Her soul was carefree and Bohemian..

She stood at the deck enjoying the breeze,

While he sauntered in and put his hands around her, as if to please,

Yet she felt a rush of air,as she smelt his perfume on his shirt’s collar, a tiny crease,

Suddenly the wind seemed to increase,

She was almost tipping over,

He would not let her go, pulled her closer,

The world thought he was a “looser”,

Only she knew he was a pauper,

Yet she had handed over her “soul”,

She believed only he would make her feel “complete & whole”………..


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