And in the midst of the white mist…
She stood, shrouded in mystery.
Silhouette shimmering in the streaking light…
Or was it my imagination playing pranks?
The whistling wind, they whispered a note…
“Take her hand… she stands awaiting you.”
But not a step forward did I dare…
Lest like dying embers into the white she merges.
Let me from afar this beauty behold…
This sight so divine, is but rare.
But this longingness has raised a storm
Turbulent… waves of passion crash hard.
Or is it the curiosity to unravel this enigma?
They say a women’s heart is an ocean of secrets.
Dive deep, and many a treasures one will find.
Shall I plunge into the realm of this unknown?
The mind sayeth ‘No’, but the heart sayeth otherwise.
And so I took the path less taken… maybe ’twas wise.
Hence, from afar did this beauty I admired…
Till into the mist this mirage disappeared.
Rhythemic 