As a Wayfarer

As a Wayfarer

Once I Was walking through a field,

I Saw a black beauty so Mild.

I closer and closer to her side,

and gaze on her eyes Wild.

She give me the same stare,

So shy she and her cheeks Dare,

Lifting Up her skirt a little aware,

to not bring the paddy Mud to her wear.

We crossed through the narrow way so closer,

connecting our eyes together,

Saying to ourselves to not touch atleast a Mere,

without taking back our eyes from the Stare.

We succeed the Mission without any error,

and diverge into two different ways as a broken Mirror.

and looking each other until the vision turn smaller,

as a never ending journey of a wayfarer.