Rarest Opportunity Of Catching A Glimpse Poem by Rommel Laride

T’was a lovely scene unfold before me,

Left that cold coffee on the table top,

Everything fades to shades of gray but she,

Remained vibrant while everyone have stop.



The air filled with glittering pixie dust,

She hops and step her way across the aisle,

Things step aside like t’was blown by wind gust,

The ground made a pathway done tile by tile.



And there she was sitting on that brown chair,

Leaning on the desk with her linen skin,

There I was from afar sneaking a stare,

Catching a glimpse of her prominent chin.

I all of a sudden caught by surprise,

She turned around looking right to my eyes.