Saw her in a white robe beautiful she was like a snow ball .
Her eyes like a mysterious sea hiding some pain of longing but pretending to glee.
Her hands on the forehead rubbing something trying to mend .
I find her disturbed by the hair folicles which tried to kiss her cheeks everytime she made a forward spoor.
She, was like an angel of god and falling on her was not so hard.
Am i in love ?or this will pass.
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