Inspiration

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Rains were pouring and the streets were drowning
Birds were singing while the wind was dancing ,
Stars in the sky began shining in the day,
This was all when I first saw an angel all the way.
Her skin snow-white, she had a jasmine chin,
She looked like a prize that I needed to win;
Her rose-like lips and her tempting look,
Made me wonder if she was a Keats' book.
I was in ecstacy when I first heard her,
As she moved her tongue her tone was sharp;
Her teeth were shining diamonds all white,
Her voice was the melody of a musical harp.
The pits in which I fell were her cheeks' dimples,
The river in which I sank was her silky-dark hair;
Her eyes in the dark glowed like blue sapphires,
If poetry was my breath then she would be the air.

P.Siddartha
10 August, 2000.

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