See through
I remember asking,
what do you see in my eyes?
Beautiful orbs drowned
in unfathomable uncertainties,
were it not betrayed
by your radiant face.
Right then, I knew.
No one could ever know me,
More than
You.
🔥
Hera of the Universe
YOU ARE READING
When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
