It's a maze so intricate,
With walls so magnificent.
In the passage of memory and time,
Freely roams her spirit divine.
Solitude is her lone friend,
Follows her from morrow to bed.
Silence her melody to be heard,
Sings ballads with a soundless word.
For all her remorse, her sorrow,
The Rain promised a better tomorrow.
Lost is she in herself,
Like the most ignored on the shelf.
Archaic this prison of personal hell,
Freed, if the One nears and rings a bell.
Time a measure stops for none,
A few ticks before, she was born,
A few ticks after, she was gone.
Come and find her, for she is here!
Come and find me, for my time is near!
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Hidden Rues
PoetryShards of love in volumes of pain mixed with bindings of psychedelia. The Hidden Rues: a journey through the lanes of deep and dark emotions suppressed in a tiny head. Highest Rank - #10 in Poetry Credits: Awesome cover by @Benita_16 Title suggestio...
