his fingers softly strum
silver strings of the guitar
bringing metal wire
to melodious life.
his hazel eyes are lost
in some other world
unruly hair cascade
like a black waterfall
his eyes return to earth
when he sees her move
gracefully through the crowd
like a swan in pond
his eyes starts to burn
the fire touches her eyes
music reaches crescendo
to be muted by wild applaud.
Sharmishtha basu
8.11.10
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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