of the clouds that move
across her face
when you barely whisper her name
how patient you must be
to endure the wary looks
she gives you
when you gently take her hand
the beauty
inside
must be worth the darkness
outside
or you wouldn't be so near
what does she fear?
why does
silence
follow her every step?
is she
really worth
the mystery
or should buried treasures
remain
underground?
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