She was a mystery
Encrusted with silver sparks
Of dark beauty
She was a mystery
Topped with dressings
Of scars and wounds.
She was a mystery
Garnished with rude
replies.
And..
Most of all ,
She was a pie
of all pent up emotions,
Of all welled up tears ,
Of all muffled cries
And ,
Of all the smiles she never smiled !
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PoetryWords describe what you see , feel and touch but poetry describe what you feel , what you can't say , what you can't express ! That's poetry and this is an attempt to define and describe the seen and unseen ! Hope you enjoy it !
