Prow Look

Her gleam prow out of her visage,
And her breath made a distinct thrum,
The opulence of her gilded sheen,
Made him appalled,
And enraged in unified hum.

For she consumed his senses,
Yet she was like vapor,
Filled with fragrance,
Displaying magical ardor,
But far from the view of his lenses.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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