The “some one”

Photo Copyright: James Rainsford. Used with Permission.

The only name he smiled at,
the only eyes he looked for,
the very smile to flatter him,
the only girl he wished to live for –
today she remains in heart and mind,
a memory of a long-lost time.
From everything to some one special,
the transition happened without cause;
the face was never captured in photo,
it was meant to stay as a muse unknown.

Prompted @ Dverse Poetics (Image ) , OSI (transition ) , Sunday Scribblings ( whats the rest of the story )

Author: Prats

It's not the dramas or the stories, but actually the people touched by them who taught me how to appreciate these stories, the different medium of expressions, and how to believe that even fictional characters can give hope and smile to so many people around the world. A reader first and obsessive reviewer of things I love, I write when I am deeply touched by a story or a moment. You can find most of my ideas and thoughts first expressed on Twitter - @i_read_write

13 thoughts on “The “some one””

  1. Aha! Beautiful, if mysterious muse.
    You know, Nimue, now that I am reading several of your posts in succession, the transition is even more stark. You shift from longing to love, to mystery to heartbreak so smoothly. Cheers!

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