The nullified beauty sets an aura of her being...
As her chastity was questioned,
And she rode past clutching her mutilated armour & bleeding chest
She, the invocation of the mute….the tear of the destitute
As she gazed in the zilch of the spatial enigma
The cards of life spoke to the query of the deserved
The foresee whirled as a dervish
I hail….I awaken you
My Zoya...(daughter of Eve)
2 comments:
Reminds me of the phoenix in each of us, rising from the ashes of forsaken desires and hurt; mocking the broken spirit and beckoning the advent of new horizons
i feel verry dumb after reading ur blog!
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