As She Moves By


As she walks by, a gentle breeze follows,  
The world fades, and time suspends its course,  
Her laughter dances like sunlight on water,  
Each step a note in a song of pure force.  

Her presence ignites the mundane to magic,  
A fleeting glance that sends the heart racing,  
In the crowd, she glows with a light so vivid,  
A moment crystallized in her graceful pacing.  

Eyes like deep pools hold secrets unspoken,  
They reflect the dreams of the souls she meets,  
With each passing smile, she creates a ripple,  
A soft touch on lives, where connection discreetly greets.  

Around her, shadows of silence linger,  
Yet within her orbit, the world feels alive,  
The air tingles with possibilities blooming,  
As if fate aligns when her essence arrives.  

Time is a thief that captures our treasures,  
Yet, in the briefness, there's beauty profound,  
For each fleeting moment of her existence,  
Leaves echoes of joy and memories unbound.  

Her silhouette whispers tales to the twilight,  
As she glides past, an image forever embossed,  
In a mind where longing becomes a language,  
Her essence—a treasure, but at what cost?  

With every heartbeat, she fades into distance,  
Yet her spirit weaves through the fabric of thought,  
For those who have glimpsed her, know the longing,  
The beauty of transience, a lesson life taught.  

As she moves by, the world shifts and sways,  
In the wake of her footsteps, a magic remains,  
Each breath shared whispers; we're all but a moment,  
In the dance of existence, where love even wanes.  

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