Wednesday, 3 June 2015


The day that dawned, was her usual hiding place,

Where from glaring sun, she would bury her face,

Masking her head, in scudding cloak of soft clouds,

So she´d not have to mix with the mingling crowds.


The dark night was the gown, that mantled her being,

Where she´d secrete her old soul, from all those seeing,

Tiptoeing through existence, upon her way back home,

Telling through her silence, “I just want to be alone”.

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