Faint

hands tied,
eyes sealed —
silence embraced.

a restless palace of words;
the crown is lost —
where could she be?

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heartbeat stirs,
memories emerge;
madam, are you asleep?

parallel roads,
horizon’s hues —
where are you?

-mahat