A Dance with Words

Her words sprawled across,

The cotton white page,

Silenced by the dark ridged lines,

There was no discrimination there,

Everyone wrote about love,

But her words were cursed,

With the embellishment of growth,

A beauty she gardened,

In the soiled bed she held,

Where she gardened the tulips of close, far and lost,

So she danced with her words,

As they riddled her into mystification,

Crippling her to a love far different from LOVE.

Written by: Soshinie Singh

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