It is a naughty child's play
She taps the pane of every window
Robbing the black night as she passes
I chase and lift the curtains
She escapes to the next pane.
I go as far as the last arch ...
My sight breathless in its hunt
She leaves me staring at the leaving trail ...
Poignant, I say, why then?
She stared back then, that smile got slivers of moon.
My heart can't fare the distance ...
I turn around
She had jewelled the dark plant in the room.
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