flirting mood

Flirting with the Wind

She lifts her hand, the wind begins to play,
And dances soft around her slender grace;
Her flute releases notes that drift away,
And tint the evening air with warm embrace.

She sips the sunset with her closed-eyed dream,
As time itself grows still within her gaze;
Then suddenly her enaphi breaks the stream,
And wakes her heart from all its silent haze.

She turns—expecting him within the air,
Her memory racing faster than the light;
But finds a simple stone lying there,
A truth that gently falls into the night.

She smiles, as if the wound were kissed by art,
Then drifts again, the wind her dancing heart.

By :Mayanglambam Meerina Leimarenbi