April 28, 2018

When at times i see,

The stars enclosed in prison within her;

I think of the soul,

Who unveiled her secret face;

Poetry, and curiosity were her stars,

And her mother, being the soul;

Poetry being the veil,

And that prison being me;

I saw those stars,

Higher than others;

When the soul unclocked the prison,

And then was I free.

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