Pattern

patterns

Flustered not, she fluttered;

A minute on my watch ticked…

Fight not, flight arrested;

A pattern I traced as my watch ticked…

Tried hard, tired by then,

She stilled and I took over;

The window that lay ajar

Opened to the evening sun…

She fluttered and flustered I stood

A minute on my watch ticked…

She fought, and gained flight;

A pattern I traced as she found her way.

Tried till then, tired not yet,

The words swirl emotions

And minutes on my watch ticked

As patterns I chased fervently

Unknown to me minutes ago;

Life I see differently…

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