Enigma
by Sheena Singh
She was like
a blooming flower
on that colorful vase.
Swaying away
Swaying away
to all that glitters..
flashing smiles,
vibrant..
vibrant..
Radiant..
She was a bold
reflection of self-doubt,
reflection of self-doubt,
provoked by silence
elusive as a dream..
as moon light crossed
her way..
She was an enigma,
She was an enigma,
seeking solitude
plain and raw,
as bland as the cloud
before an autumn rain.
plain and raw,
as bland as the cloud
before an autumn rain.
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