happy · Romance

A flurry of joy

She rushed past,
Swift like a bird,
Her white scarf around her neck blowing in the wind,
A movement of chocolate,
Weaving through the bodies.
A flurry of reds, blacks, heeled boots and that scarf,
She rushed into the train just in time,
There was coordination in the chaotic way she moved,
She smiled at no one in particular.
I was entranced,
A brown coloured princess,
Her radiance timeless,
She fixed her coat and straightened,
Inhaled deeply and exhaled,
She was a flurry of chaos that instantly calmed me.


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