And she went again,
tripping over her feelings;
knocking down and rebuilding
those chipped walls, papered
with faded yellow roses...
and tear stained glass
which encumber countless shattered dreams..
Under those white ivory trinkets
She sat and shivered
sucking every breath in
as icy thoughts hit her heart;
threatening
to paint a snowy white canvas,
bright with life.
Her soul rests in its solitude
warmth wanders in and out
of a home- stranger and friend,
at the same time.
she stares inside for a few moments then keeps
looking out of the window...
Golden gates yearning soft goodbyes
And I wonder...
should I hold her hands... ?
should I...?
But no, I just let her be.
Smiling inwardly
as she lingers for a while before leaving
with a refrain of a peaceful afterglow
in which
I dream freely.
Loneliness…is so beautiful !
Photograph- Yours Truly
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