Her sleeves trail slowly,
Mysterious things, tucked into the folds.
She progresses, nonetheless.
It's a different world,
But the jewels in her hair,
And the creams on her face
Tell nothing of her story.
No, they tell nothing at all,
Because all of who she is
Is hidden
Away.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
