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Ethereal Rose

Ethereal Rose

To the heartbroken, my words are a soothing balm. To the pessimists, they spark hope.... because words are instruments that cleanse the soul.

SILHOUETTE

May 27, 2026

I am here,
Yet you cannot reach me.

You only glimpse my silhouette,
Never the real being.

You may never know
If beneath it stands a monster
Dressed in branded clothes.

I disappear like the breeze;
Within me lives that speed.

You will never grasp the real me,
For understanding me is a knot untied.

Whatever it is you see,
Know that it is only superficial.

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Where the true being rests,
No soul can truly tell.

Whether illusion or dream,
Whatever it may be, that is all.

I cry the cry,
I laugh the laugh.

I sob the sob,
I smile the smile.

Yet none of you
Can truly comprehend me.

My emotions are whirlwinds;
Whether they settle depends upon the wind.

After all,
You never saw the being,
Only the silhouette.

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Ethereal Rose
Ethereal Rose

Written by Ethereal Rose

To the heartbroken, my words are a soothing balm. To the pessimists, they spark hope.... because words are instruments that cleanse the soul.