Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Open to interpretations

Her candor resembled an archaic smile
- open to interpretations.
Well being,
or, ignorance
or perhaps, plain technical ease?

The carvings were ancient
as the wrinkled visage
- like the silent ripples
of a long lost lochan
forgotten in the folds of time.

The stirrings were noiseless
- almost tranquil,
or perhaps, eerie?
All reticence lost, a steady gaze
held beneath the noiseless stars a secret.

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