enticed her soul from repose.
Infinite droplets on casement,
lingered her to enigmatic state.
Music of rain was syncing,
to the ticker’s journey of remembering.
Lightening was striking those eyes,
which were anticipating someone’ s presence.
Palm drifted across the window glass
perceived the chill
the drizzle had devised.
Pulchritude it was,
the artistry of dews.
Rapture was that delight,
yet heart swayed to the twilight,
about the emptiness lodged,
between those fingers!!!!!!!!!!!!