her world is carved in stone
intricate patterns cage her breath
fingers trace the edges of shadows
time folds like linen behind walls
her skin reflects gilded light softly
veils shimmer like changing fires
on sunset seas and morning mist
her silk whispers when she moves
protection feels like unearned chains
freedom a melody she’s never sung
she dreams of rain through her lips
wind carrying secrets she never told
but even hidden she cannot escape
suffering finds her in quiet corners
the heart wilts without open air
its darkest wounds bloom in silence
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Author:
gray0328 (
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Comments2
A mystery woman or something else. Enigmatic, with great lines. Nicely written
It's a woman wearing a burka and what she sees my friend.
Wonderful!
Rich poetry which gained much greater depth when I found out who.
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