Eyes of honey,
gaze intently.
Hair like golden silk,
sways softly.
A face small
and slender,
smiling radiantly.
Her presence alone
is alarming.
But the aura she emits
feels surprisingly welcoming.
And without second thought,
she reaches out,
taking hold of the hand
she was reluctant to grasp.
She hangs on firmly
and takes her shaky
first step.
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Voiceless (Older Version)
General FictionWhat happens in the dark remains in the dark. What is never voiced will remain unheard. How long will you remain voiceless before it destroys you? ~First published on Textnovel.com~
