a speechless woman
meets her blank space as she
rides on a glass windowed bus
back home
she steps outside
her world
embraces love and hate
both to same degree
she sets aside all words
in favor of thoughts
she sits facing the mountains
and then the sea
it is all in her head
and there is no space for writing
that's why. Yes, that is the reason why
she married
solitude.
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