I see you in the library,
sitting across the two rows.
With a classy pixie layered haircut
and soft arch eyebrows.
You enjoy watching tennis
and seems to be a Djokovic follower.
Thorough while working on your research
on the cool Macbook of Aqua color.
You practice meditation
in the mid of a distracting library.
No wonder you have a calm face
added with a tinge of mystery.
I am a little scared to talk to you.
So I made a choice
and wrote this poem with an optimism
to show it to you and break the ice.
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