The hush arrived with a disguised grace
As a quiet guest in this borrowed space
Had no name, it assured to stay
but it tilted the skies in its own way
Time curled around the silent breeze,
It definitely moved the leaves but not the roots.
The lanterns swayed but held on to their hook
Too often it's flame flickered but never succumbed to the strike
The mirror fogged filthy and obscure,
But her soul was seen so bright and clear
She walked beneath the sky- shivering with mood swings
But her steps still remained firm and defined
with a peaceful stillness nobody could decipher and ever alter
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