Her magic disappeared
the morning dew builds up
out of nowhere;
left is a drop of time.
I wonder a lot about her. Because that is what I do. My own personal obsession of sorts with her.
I don’t make a move which makes me suspect that am not that crazy about her as I should.
Am rational about the whole thing. In my book that means that it ain’t meant to be.
Yet the impact is like walking the Triana bridge.
I whole new world, so exotic, filled with dangers so not before me.