Of Half Glances

She smells of rain, Elven, and speaks of grass
She walks by time, sublime, and smiles innocuous
The never or not, the overshot, the sight of green
Of red or blue, long overdue, blessed unseen.
  
Is the gift of Rome, monochrome, the trust of wood
In starry nights, fireflies, misunderstood
I think of haste, summertaste, or the blood of blind
Well whatever, yeah, whatever, nevermind.

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Footnotes : 
(1) " I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
       Is fastening my ankle to a stone. "
(2) " রাত্রের আলো তুমি, ভিখিরির তেরপল ... 
       মাতালের ঘুম খেয়ে স্পিড তোলা বাস ...
       বালিশের খোলামাঠে শ্রাবণের লাশ " 
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