I don’t know who she was but there is something about her…
The girl at the window.
Each day I passed her,
I caught her staring down the street,
With a faraway look,
But I could feel the fire in her eyes,
Burning straight from her heart,
A heart filled with dreams and goals,
Waiting to be accomplished.
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She work in a cafe,
I could see,
But there is always that look of longing,
That familiar look of wanting something better,
Making impacts,
Filling voids,
Speaking values,
Why do I feel the same way with her,
Why was it so easy to read her thoughts from her dreamy eyes.
Probably she need a firm place to stand and move the earth,
Probably she wants something better,
She wanted something more than working in a cafe,
And I could feel it too,
Because I remember my days back as a waitress,
Until I decided to take the bull by the horn.
Then comes the look of pain in her eyes,
Probably she has had enough of playing small,
While a giant is in her waiting to be harnessed,
I knew her days in the cafe was numbered,
Because that was the last day I saw her staring down the street,
Few days later I met her in giant strides to wheresoever,
The same I did when I took the bull by the horn,
I knew she is destined for greatness,
My hunch was right.
It happened not so long, before my very eyes.
