Folding her legs and sitting gently on sand afraid of hurting sands under her...
Like a gentle breathe on those dunes... dancing gracefully in silence...
Looking at her silence, like a story of a longing to peace is prevailing...
Looking at her silence, ****** me to dwell in the untold story...
Eager to know where the deep will reach inside her...
I will sit with her, listening to her story, but would she trust me...
Would she feel safe with me...
I can keep writing about her till my ink ends... But do i have the right?
A question that even life couldn't answer!