There’s a simple, quiet girl

There’s a simple, quiet girl
lost in crowded darkness
where all that stands
are painted walls of starkness

a curtain of golden hair she pulls
over her drawn expression
her presence drifts gingerly away
to a forbidden, forgotten direction

a cry of a long-lost girl
please guide her to its magic
doubts swiftly, obediently flee
as does each memory tragic

kissed goodbye are thoughts of war
forgotten is the heartbreak
the girl rides on cotton clouds
the soft sky brushes her fingertips
the taste of lavender against her tongue

poised upon the moon she sits
soaking up its vibrant glow
and shrinks down to the size
dragging her through the sparkling air
she memorizes each moment!

Poetry by Azmina Anwer Khan

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