The Girl

The Girl 

She must be crazy, a tempest untamed  

Her laughter's a spark, wild and unnamed  

She pirouettes through twilight, chaos her muse  

A kaleidoscope of wonder, all colors infused  


The girl I dot on, she's the moonlit tide  

A whirlwind of stardust that refuses to hide  

The girl I dot on, a fever, a flame  

Her innocent madness, a thrilling game  


He’s the midnight shadow, sharp and aloof  

A cold constellation, distant and proof  

That behind his icy armor, his gaze seeks her glow  

Her chaos breaks him, a truth he won't show  


She dances in his silence, her charm divine  

Pulling at threads of his carefully drawn lines  

Her touch paints his gray world with hues intense  

The girl he dot on, reckless innocence  

Penned by Mysticaanjali ✍️ 


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