Oh!
Maiden!
Like a damsel in distress...
you stand there at the crossroads
devoid of your locks...
you stand as one lost of their sole identity...
an identity that took you years to forge.
Sapping nutrients from the earth below your feet
you soared up high with decked hands
while you had your feet firmly held,
your self pride embraced
not willing to bend whatsoever
you stood stretching your beauty beyond the skies.
I remember the days...
I saw you decked in your pearls and locks
brimming with life and hope
but alas! today you seem
as one stripped of her beauty
and divest of all hope.
you stand all forlorn and alone
at the crossroads
devoid of your locks
and you looked like one
in eternal sleep...
adamant never to rise and bloom...but
I do remember how
As I was about to leave
you called me, shaking your bare hands
you bent towards me like a bald giant...
and I found green tiny sprouts on you...
it was you telling
Me that You won't give up
and will soon grow your soul beyond the skies
forging a better reality than fate...
I held my skin against yours...in hope
of a glad tomorrow
when you'll sprout and I would run around you...
like those days of the glorious past....
Photo credits @unsplash
Photo 1 by Simon Berger
Photo 2 by Kulli Kittus
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