The Ink Sketch.

Such was her being,that it belonged on etchings.

Blithe in memory and rancid in sight,
Where,as I clued in on the delicate contours, and sharp curves,
I decided to wink away at the lone time.
And this,
immortalised her with inked words,
captured her soul with strokes of graphite.

There is but a fine line that gives way to the shadow,
And there,
on paper,
she was a mouthful.

A dedication of sorts- to Paropkari :D may you remain so.