A livewire bearing a bright smile,
walked into Caffe Driade with ethereal style,
with a twinkle in the eye,
and a nose ring to magnify
the charm of a different form
compounded by a brain eternally trying to work up a storm
came into my contemporaneous existence
with no pomp and pretense,
talking from a close distance,
our conversations flowing with no resistance,
leading into a night of cerebral bliss,
which ended with "Well! some other time again, let's do this! "
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