The Girl At The Lagoon

The Girl At The Lagoon short poem

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I watched her as she swam across the lagoon
And her smile much brighter than the moon.
The clam breeze in the air whispered gently,
As if a marching band played a loving tune.

I was quickly invited into the cool blue water,
And so, I plunged in like an aloof marauder.
Our bodies slowly swam closer together,
And for a minute, I was the luckiest little pauper.

She had a perfect body, in fact, so “petite” in size
That love-birds could fly her high into the skies,
And as I stared into her mesmerizing face
I could see every star shine through her hazel eyes.

Then without warning a sound came from afar
That scared her off and I was left with a scar.
Sad and alone, I dried myself by the fire
While writing this song on my gypsy guitar.

“She ran off into the distance,
And it was at this instance,
I wondered if I’d again see this midnight dipper.
She left me without a trace,
Not even one of good grace,
Like you hear in fairy tales, that of a glass slipper.”

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Preeti
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Love, longing, separation…so wonderfully expressed here! Keep writing!

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