Buried neath
A sad façade,
Cloaked in layers,
Of ambiguity…
Masked in aura
Of mystique,
Who would see
This pulchritude
Likened to a rose,
Veiled behind
Sorrow so bleak,
Wouldst by design
Endure anonymous!
Buried neath
A sad façade,
Cloaked in layers,
Of ambiguity…
Masked in aura
Of mystique,
Who would see
Sorrow so bleak,
Wouldst by design