A wisp of hair, as silky as a spiders w
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b
A breath of air, as cold as liquid nitrogen
A heart so dark, afraid of bright lights
Her hand calloused, an abundance of
b r o ke n l
i
n
e
s
A million thoughts and memories,
spiralling into one
For who has touched her soul,
no one
She has touched, the hearts of thousands
But never will she see, the day she will be free
For no one has touched her soul
As she was s o u l l e s s
But there he was breaking through the thick walls and wired fences
To her heart
Where he found a soul with an evergreen beauty and an aesthetic pulse
She was no longer
s o u l l e s s
YOU ARE READING
qasida|poetry
Poetryqaṣīdah| First recorded in 1810-20, qasida is an Arabic poem, usually in monorhyme, that may be satirical, elegiac, threatening, or laudatory. These are my poems written from my heart and how I see and feel about things in my life.
