The Glass Palace



Dusky-eyes chasing the floating cloud

Enchanted at the grace of the faraway hill…

‘Paradise of the disheveled mind’

She hears a velvety whisper from nowhere!


The crown she wears, the sharpness of her sword

 The heart so very wounded and the fading memories of a lost Love


The twilight knows not the dark nights in the glass palace

The rain can’t smell the blood beneath the marble floors

The heart can’t find the past withered behind the sparkling walls


The palace and the prismatic endeavors and the glossy shadows

She stands all alone on her regal palace

With the memories and the nightmares and the burning candles!




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