• arushis_1410 5w

    I met a girl
    Maybe in my words, this time
    She wasn't a fairy,
    From all those tales I read.
    She wasn't so strong,
    All fearful and dread.

    Fond of ideas of love
    Scared of the dark
    Preaching the white dove
    Hostile to the bark

    She wasn't perfection
    For all those images I made.
    She wasn't favourite
    For all that reality I spared.

    In between words she lived
    Illustration of mind
    Illusion of a subtle kind !!