The Silk Dawn

She grabbed her courage with the dress she chose;

Black was its silk, and to the left grew a rose;

Diamond pink it was with a single green leaf

At least that’s how it was supposed to be in her belief

For that how it looked like when she stopped by that window

Couldn’t she hold herself then to see it embracing her shadow,

But she tried it not till came the wanted day

“Dawn” Painting by Adolphe William Bouguereau

Only then on her creamy body, she put it with sun’s first ray,

And with no tear to shed, she left that door

Where broken hearts wept, yet she did ignore.

Along the way her morning coffee she sipped,

Tasting like heaven in an early breeze dipped.

Miles grew longer with each crossed mile

And shadows grew bolder as dust grow on an abandoned file.

A million tear found their way to her dark eyes

Certainly the courage she grabbed earlierย had escaped her skies

And that what she herself was doing;

Escaping every road yet keep on going

The Taxi stopped by the main gate;

“A Taxi driver may, yet a pilot would never wait”

His words brought her back to the dress she wore,

Yet it was completely different from before

The rosy rose, brownish, it turned mourning its beauty alone

As if many falls had fallen silently on its dawn…


12 thoughts on “The Silk Dawn

          • i wonder why there is so much beauty in pain…

            i think because it sobers us down….
            we become so aware of ourselves in pain…
            so it’s like a revelation sometimes…

            that’s why pain is hard to bear, I guess…
            that’s why it weighs us down…
            cause by ourselves… we are miserable…

            sigh… i’m off on a rant…
            it’s easy for writers to sulk, I think ๐Ÿ™‚
            because we’re in touch with our thougts and feelings
            and we have to find some outlet… even if writing it down and making them real will only hurt us more…
            because we remember the words… ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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