Passing By

• Collins Alofokhai-sipasi, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

The way her crimson eyes stare at my soul,
The way she walks makes me tremble,
The ways her lips make words roll.
Her coal coloured hair wave in the wind,
Her steps echoing in the air and ring melting taps,
While I lose my mind,
As her glance makes my spirit tear brightly.