She wants to flow,
Spreading her arms,
Standing higher,
On the cliff of a mountain,
Like the bright sun,
She wants to glow.
But you never know,
What's going in her mind.
She,
Treating all her desires,
Just as a good dream,
She let it go.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryFeminine. Who remained quite every time. Desires just remained unuttered.
