An alertness of dark and silent night,
She sensed the glimmer of images,
Hidden in the scent of dampened pages
and
Her determination to undrape
The preface of veiled voices,
She closed her eyes and envisaged the
reflections,
Expressions, and kaleidoscope of
echoes,
Suddenly a spinning figure
Trapped in her constellation of
silence,
It came with a promise that
She has to empty her heart, first!
She did so, Struggling with each
falling teardrop,
Those past interactions flashed in
her dusky eyes.
It’s time to light up the candle and,
Burn that paper, his lurid web of
love!
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