Hard to Break the Ice
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she's all ears to her ear phone or pretending to do so,
running her little fingers over the screen in haste too.
A mere bench apart yet seems mile far
dumb, deaf she pretends
gaze fixed at the front wall: frigid and lost.
The sleek tresses doing its every bit
to veil her countenance.
The clutch on the woods
hoping to nullify the shake inside her.
The floating fragrance, the floating curls
don't help but for a mute smile
and sad me, prolongs the standoff
God ! what it takes to break the ice apart ?
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