There's a girl that I happen to know.
I meet her,sometimes,to lull away sombre Saturday nights.
Our stream of conversation is much like the evening,
breezy,accompanied by the spray of a lake fountain.
Three-fourths of this one night,we spend in autos,
Talking away the time and distance.
Neither of us seem to mind what would be called wiling away precious time.
Beautiful things lure our eyes,tonight.
A dancer's expressions like fluid movements of sheer poetry,
The dazzling costume and grace that seems innate.
Our gossamer thoughts,our cellophane hearts,
are no less pretty to our adolescent gaze.
And we sit barely inches apart,
sheltered by a stain-walled Irani cafe,
and the enclosed encounter exposes our differences to be none but the same.
I meet her,sometimes,to lull away sombre Saturday nights.
Our stream of conversation is much like the evening,
breezy,accompanied by the spray of a lake fountain.
Three-fourths of this one night,we spend in autos,
Talking away the time and distance.
Neither of us seem to mind what would be called wiling away precious time.
Beautiful things lure our eyes,tonight.
A dancer's expressions like fluid movements of sheer poetry,
The dazzling costume and grace that seems innate.
Our gossamer thoughts,our cellophane hearts,
are no less pretty to our adolescent gaze.
And we sit barely inches apart,
sheltered by a stain-walled Irani cafe,
and the enclosed encounter exposes our differences to be none but the same.
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