The flimsy
Diaphanous
Veil
A cobweb
Netted trail
Off white
With studded
Stars
True stole
Nothing
Is farce
My cocoon
So warm
And strong
Inside this
Nothing
Goes wrong
My sanctuary
Of many
Years long
My internal
Exotic world
Of which
No one
Has heard
Except
That tiny
Song bird
The rapids
Of the spring
The breeze
That mornings
Bring
Sunrises
Know
These things
So now
I am inwards
Bound
Where quietness
Does abound
And Serenity
Will resound
Nalini
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