A coarse veil draped her virtual self,
Illustrating the utopian smiles.
She shines like a rainbow,
Radiating colours of ecstasy.
She's a maze they can't repel to unfold.
Eyes, impossible to forecast her.
She dreamt not of a knight in shining armour
Who they said, will save her from the tempestuous hook
But of courage and insight
To battle her way out when obstacle transpires.
Bravery flows in her
Like she's forge to be its pillar.
Paodon
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The Afterthoughts
Poetry"The Afterthoughts", is a room where I bottle up my cursory thoughts, hidden from the realm I am existing and presenting it to the world where I yearn to fit (bookish world).
