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Armed with her trademark poise and grace,

Like the tiniest of tendrils over a winsome face,

The beautiful feline sauntered towards me.


I could have drowned in those emerald green eyes,

As they led me to a world of love, sans any vice.

To the door of my heart she held the solitary key.


In eternal eternity I etched the ethereal moment,

As the green signal to me she lent.

I knew then that red in our bond was never to be. 



P.C – Hannah Troupe from ‘Unsplash’

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