She wandered
through the untrodden path
Not a coward
but surely perplexed she was
Juggling
through billions of thoughts screaming inside her mind
She pondered
over the past
Looking at
the familiar people, searching for a frozen lie
Time was her
only healer,
A benevolent
care taker
From the
witching hour till the daybreak
She kept
gazing at moonlit sky
Sitting on
her window side
The world
seemed judgmental of her lunatic thoughts
An obscure
absurdity all she was
But no one
knew silver lined her hazy heart was
Yet she
tramped alone
Dodging
prying eyes of all
She stayed
within the glazed tinted walls
Away from
the dispensable crowd
Solitude was
her only freedom
An amicable
reunion of her soul and character
Nevertheless,
every night, sitting under the moonlight
Looking at
the bewitching sky
All her
fears and doubts would be gone
Conquered by
soothing silence,
It bestows
Letting the
magic of the night flow
Till pale
moon blurs away
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