The envy of the wind

I saw her seated on the bench at the park

She was so still like the wind

I thought if I stay still

Like a portrait, then she won’t see

She won’t feel my gaze

My stare trapped by her beauty

I thought as long as I don’t stir

Then I am perfectly situated

To absorb all the curves of her face

Like the rays of the sun.

But oh no! I forgot my allergies

I forgot my environment

The blooming flower

I tried if only for one more second

But no! The wind!

It changed direction

Like it envied my position

And wanted to dethrone me.

So it blew my way

And there was no stopping it’s determination!

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