The wind blew across her face
Worrying those little wisps of hair-
The ones that the hairtie could never bind.
The breeze had brought with it,
a whiff of perfume- familiar
and sweet,
Just like the one her mother used to wear
years ago. It was now faded and mellow.
The trees beckoned to her-
from across the railway tracks.
She looked on, enthralled-
at the moving branches, the
whispering leaves-
and the kids playing in the slum-
that the green could barely hide.
An hour had gone- she assumed.
It was time for her to go back in.
However she felt that sudden urge
to yield to the whispers of the wind.
She loosened the hair tie, and felt
the breeze caressing her tresses -
and watched on - as they trailed
towards the unknown.
But the dilemma, though unnerving,
was only momentary.
The storm subsided soon.
So she twisted her locks in a tighter bun,
And locked the terrace - a sigh
escaping her lips -
And trudged back to her room.
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A/N
Well...this poem kind of...sort of...resonates with me. Do tell me if you could relate! I'd love to know your views on this one.
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