She was
All alone among
The petals of white shadows.
The destiny
Tied her to a Life
By the blank of gray meadows.
With familiar faces
So unknown to her
With no home or
Memories to garner
She left quiet, unnoticed
In a journey alone,
Across two separate worlds.
And she cruised along
Leaving the marshlands,
The muddy roads behind
To the dark forest line
At the far end of horizon;
Deep and high enough to define
The untrodden border of her prison.
She walked past the horizon
Breaking away the sphere
Of the insidious block of her prison.
She kept trekking along
The hilly tracks with rocks strewn
After walking for a hundred miles
Smelling the flute of a low lying lawn.
A new world ushered in
With newer faces and shades
And a new life of her own.
As she reached
Under the foothills of
The Himalayan tune
With a light of her soul
From her open crown chakra
Under the Full Moon.
Loved the use of crown chakra in a beautifully rhymed poem.
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DeleteA great story in a magically rhymed verse. Good work.
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