Poem#04:

                    

                    "First On Turmoil"

You know what, in the silence of your air, 

For the first time, I drooped my eyes with care, 

It wasn't that they were without any flare, 

Just that, yours held the modesty of rare.

Then, I felt my blood whispering in hush, 

My breaths humming with a faint flush, 

It wasn't that they were under an ambush, 

Just that yours held the innocence of lush. 

Secretly, I heard the melody of my knocking heart, 

For this first time, it felt like someone's counterpart, 

It wasn't that we were indignant or apart, 

Just that yours held the euphony of a misty start. 

Shyly, I evaded my eyes and glanced at the sky, 

For the first time, I noticed moon's keenly spy, 

It wasn't that my senses couldn't picture its lie, 

Just that today, oddly its beauty was in a tie. 

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