And then finally that day she appeared in white
Like a
peace offering.
Her slight
brown unadorned body, with
Those
playful black curls just under her ears,
Walking
slowly, hesitatingly, away from me and my companion,
Wanting my
company, uncompromisingly, to herself.
How does
she feed that gravity, that wisdom of dinosaurs,
With that shyness,
teenage mischief, and childlike heart.
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