A Poem on Valdrada

 

 

 

I was walking down the street and I couldn’t stop staring at him

Wherever I went, he was always in my line of vision

Inverted, reflected mirroring my every action

His picture in my head leading to a chain reaction

His enchanting face his kept me in shackles, arrested

I couldn’t get him out even when I rested

Make it stop, please let me see,

Images of people that don’t look like me.

 

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