Found and Lost – A Poem

And then

I met him.

One of a kind.

A charming being 

With a melancholic soul.

Lost in museums

Enjoying the paintings. 

Walking in parks

Surrounded by trees.

He’d observe the world

In a poetic way.

Most of the time

Occupied with his thoughts

And dreams.

His passion

Reflected in his words. 

He didn’t know that

To me,

He was a museum

That I could explore. 

His messy hair a piece of art.

And his eyes just like stars.

His presence 

Like a beautiful dream. 

But dreams fade away. 

And then

I lost him.

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