Wooing The Sun

She is not sure yet

If she is a poet or a magician,

if she writes her own verses,

or words roam her pages by her witchcraft.

She is for sure a smile dealer,

Ice breaker,

next door.

People say

She is a hope tourist,

Travels far away lands,

Just to buy hope in bulk.

Often she visits old age homes

No one knows what she does there

The abandoned seniors smile more easily.

She has an affinity for snakes

Green is her favorite color

She classifies everything

Either fascinating

or boring

Or a waste of time.

She is growing her thick hair long

Colored it blue

so one day , the sun mistakes it for another sky

and stay glued.

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