On the innocent attractions and encounters from childhood

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Those precious pearls of our interaction,
fresh as the morning dew.
I’d scamper to collect them,
for they were far and few.

Forever shied from all the action,
and tongue-tied to speak to you.
Those lucky chances? I’d deflect them!
“To the shadows! Ahoy, the diva’s view!”

Many moons since that innocent attraction,
and yet ‘twixt the stars anew,
are the shadows I sought, can’t neglect them!
And dotting them are the old sparks that flew.

Oh, those nervous interactions with you,
they were certainly not for naught!

Thanks for reading!

© Shishir Ayalasomayajula