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She sauntered up in style,
The someones held their breath.
All mortals met her eyes,
Bewitched by her intoxicating smile.
She oozed class and oomph,
Petite was the lass.
A flower in full bloom,
Time stuttered, into an impasse.
Her hash brown tresses,
Blew warmth into the wind.
Her life, without any braids,
A hundred dreams, she pinned.
She stopped at the edge,
A few hearts, fell of the ledge.
The silence roared with a zing,
This lady, a resplendent spring morning.
Her smile disarmed the men,
The ladies, green with envy.
She was someone, who everyone yenned,
Her heart, taken; she was not free.
In a moment, everything was blur,
She disappeared, before any purrs.
She slipped many a hearts away,
The coy dame, An Invader.
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P.S. This poem comes after 9 months of hibernation from the world of poetry.
