She...
Came across this beautiful musing, thought of sharing...
The heart dies a slow death
Shedding each hope as a leaf
Until there is nothing left
Nothing remains
She paints her face to hide her face
Her eyes are deep water
It is not for her to want
It is not for her to feel
She is an artist of the floating world
She dances, she sings, she entertains you whatever you want
The rest is shadows
The rest is secret
Good one! First time here. Will frequent more.
ReplyDeleteThanks Niranjan. keep Visiting and writing in :-)
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