Jun 9
Her inner tides rose
quietly—
and in the moonlit
water,
her face blurred, yet
shimmered like something sacred.
She laughed, even in—unrest.
The moon saw her—better than
she did.
quietly—
and in the moonlit
water,
her face blurred, yet
shimmered like something sacred.
She laughed, even in—unrest.
The moon saw her—better than
she did.
(26/F/Pakistan)
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