In hollow hours,
In pristine white,
Mourning, she sat,
In her lonely fight,
...
As clean, as beautiful
The mirror, I saw
The crafted grandeur
Beauty gorged of flaw.
...
The skin was pale
The eyes in rest
The resting breath
Amidst million breaths
...
The narrow strings of the shallow tears,
Runnel down without a fear,
Gliding and rolling,
Tainted with repentance
...
The wound was raw,
The gore was red
The wind was cold,
From the north it fled
...
Let us play a love story
Secretly, silently and obviously foully
Let's love each other with ardor
And with vows weighted with honesty,
...
Deep behind the curtain thick
Lies a darkened room
Dwells an innocuous silence there,
In that speechless womb
...
No chirping bird,
No blooming rose,
Blew the captive wind
And smoke arose
...
The retiring sky in its golden attire
Merged with the vast sapphire,
The faded lines of the blurred horizon
Burnt in a distant saffron pyre
...