A tweet revealed that someone had followed me.
Curiosity began to consume me.
She was nothing more than a stranger.
I caught a glimpse of her writing and figured she was into poetry, carrying the essence of love and mystery.
She penned her poems in black and white.
To read it, I waited for poems day and night.
Her writings were a subtle blend of whiskey and wine.
I felt the buzz even after the clock struck nine.
I was striving to know about the poetess, but she advised that I would not succeed.
It’s been a week; she left me with voids and no words to seek.
She was like a frosty mountain peak; to reach her, I plead for strength from the gods of Greece.
Her poem is the euphoria I wish to seek.