He strolled around
looking for nothing in particular, just an old habit.
And then he saw what his eyes couldn’t believe…
A beautiful damsel
She had braved the cold night to watch the night dancers’ rhythm out
Her cropped hair shone brightly under the moonlit and her lips,
perfectly sculpted looked delicious
And when she smiled, his heart somersaulted twice
He contemplated for a second what to do; pacing up and down. But courage eluded him
And then it happened…
She was coming towards him with a smile
His heart started to pump twenty-two litre of blood
His pulse raced a thousand-and-one mile ahead
His temperature rose to a thousand degrees
He cleared his throat a hundred-and-one time … and he smiled
But she walked straight past him into the darkness
And she became a stranger of the night only to be resurrected in his dreams.
Days turned into months
months into years
every night at the same time he would
stand at the same corner hoping to see her
A stranger of the night
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