her thick braid rested along her spine,the body to the tiny pair of wings.
Scraps of conversation created the buzz of words that mingled to mean nothing at all,and the melange of noise created by fake accents that make one homicidal scattered in great abundance.
All evening,I kept walking into people,elbowing them in their faces,shuffled along with the crowd ,but I found her and I followed her,to look at her back.
She moved languidly and with an elegance that din't belong to this century,a certain sorrow about her face when she spun around slowly,as I held my breath.
A glimpse,a flash of her plain face,yet it was something else..not long before the crowd pushed me behind and I vanished into the insignificance of numbers,and the stranger,she stayed in my line of sight till she grew into a blurry ice blue speck in the distance,a star among all the others in the sky.A memory,a mottled picture from another time.Cosmic dust could fall out from the seams of her satin dress as she swirled ,creating a cosmogyral universe of it's own and I wouldn't notice,though,so disenchanting feels the razzmatazz of the everyday world to me.Blame the media and its influences,I say.
But she needed no words to speak,she enchanted with silent mystery.No trace or shadow of a smile even in her eyes,just a hint of agony.
Just when you think wonder will wash away,fade,fray with age...something or someone will make you realise it stays.
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