Sketching clouds indoors on
a pretty blue day, she froze
cold like an immobile statue,
when her brother graced the room
with a friendly visitor- sky in his eyes-
and bearing one delicate compliment,
simply dripping with cautiously
concealed adoration. For when
the path is syncopated by
sweetly matched paces,
paving the way over and over
in youthful energy,
momentum hums its own tune
for endless ages
to come.
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